He makes a beeline for the place

Where he gets his only ace

Sometimes he's standing in the rain

Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane

He has the Rhythm in his head

He has the Rhythm, sing!

It's chaotic at the bar

B & O those sweaty drops

We are all mesmorized

To the thing we have inside

Inside, outside, eastside, West

We kill the beast

Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes

We kill the beast