I Got Rhythm

I got rhythm
I got music
I got my man

{You play real good
How old are you, eight?
Yea
Really
I was eight once
For a whole year
Then I went on to the big time
Nine, ten}

I got daisies
In green pastures
I got my man
Who can ask for anything more?

All man trouble, I don't mind him
You won't find him
'Round and 'round and 'round my door