Hey, get rhythm
When you get the blues
Come on, get rhythm
When you get the blues
Get a rock and roll
Feeling in your bones
Put taps on your toes
And get gone
Get rhythm
When you get the blues
A little shoeshine boy
He never gets low down
But he's got the dirtiest job in town
Bending low at the peoples feet
On the windy corner
Of the dirty street
Well, I asked him
While he shined my shoes
How'd he keep
From getting the blues
He grinned as he raised his little head
Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
Get rhythm
When you get the blues
Come on, get rhythm
When you get the blues
A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine
It'll shake all your trouble
From your worried mind
Get rhythm
When you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm
When you get the blues
Come on, get rhythm
When you get the blues
Get a rock and roll
Feeling in your bones
Put taps on your toes
And get gone
Get rhythm
When you get the blues
Well, I sat down to listen
To the shoeshine boy
And I thought I was going to jump for joy
Slapped on the shoe polish left and right
He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight
He stopped once to wipe the sweat away
I said you're a mighty little boy
To be a working that way
He said I like it with a big wide grin
Kept on a popping and he said again
Get rhythm
When you get the blues
Come on, get rhythm
When you get the blues
It only costs a dime
Just a nickel a shoe
Does a million dollars
Worth of good for you
Get rhythm when you get the blues