Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get a rock and roll feelin' in your bones, tapes on your toes, and get gone

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Well, a little shoeshine boy never gets lowdown

He's got the dirtiest job in town

Bending low at the people's feet

On a windy corner of a dirty street

When I asked him as he shined my shoes

Just how he keeps from gettin' those blues

He grinned and shook his little head

Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get a rock and roll feelin' in your bones, tapes on your toes, and get gone

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Well, I sat and listened to the sunshine boy

I thought I was gonna jump with joy

He slapped on the shoe polish, slap it right

Took his shoeshine rag and held it tight

He stopped once to wipe the sweat away

You're mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way

He said, "I like it," with a big, wide grin

He kept on popping and he'd say it again

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get rhythm when you get the blues

With jumpy rhythm, makes you feel so fine

I'll shake all your troubles from your worried mind

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get a rock and roll feelin' in your bones, tapes on your toes, and get gone

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Get rhythm

Hm, get rhythm

Come on, get rhythm