My girl’s a rhythm fan
And when we go dancing
She sits in a corner like little Jack Horner
And listens to the wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da
Of the band

My girl’s a rhythm fan
When I take her diving she can’t get romantic
She’s driving me frantic, all she’ll do is
Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da with the band

Oh. I never get a kiss, I never get a thrill
When the lights are low
You can’t make love when the turtle dove
Goes skiddly-diddly-diddly-diddly-doh

My girl’s a rhythm fan
Home in the evening she seems to be tireless
She’ll turn on the wireless and listen to the
Wah-de-da-de-da-de-da-de-da of the band