From the recording VIII

Lyrics

The beat’s got a hold on meYes, I hear a symphonyDown through history(Everywhere I go on the radio)They say, “The beat’s got a hold on me”Here’s a word to the wiseWe’ve all been mesmerizedJoining in one by oneWe’re moving in unisonAnd you know that I’ve tried to leave itI tell myself I don’t need itBut then again the minute I hear itIt’s a magnetic pull and I’m in the spiritThe cradle started to rockThe mouse ran up the clockThe clock struck one two threeSaid, “The beat’s got a hold on me”From a mother’s lullabySinging, “Hush, baby, don’t you cry”To every port of call, every dance hallThey say – YeahSailors on the seaSang, “Nearer My God to Thee”When they heard the trade winds blowThey sang, “Yo ho ho oh-oh”Soldiers sang, “Here we come”As they marched to the fife and drumThunder of boots on the groundAnd the walls came tumbling downDo the two-stepDo the twistShake your tail feathersDo it like thisPlay La BambaPlay a tangoPlay a requiem‘Cause I’m feeling lowDo the buck and wingDo the strollPlay a minuetPlay some rock and roll