Get RhythmWhen you get the bluesLittle shoeshine boy never gets low downBut he's got the dirtiest job in townBendin' low at the people's feetOn the windy corner of the dirty streetWell, I asked him while he shined my shoesHow'd he keep from gettin' the bluesGrand as he raised his little headHe popped a shoeshine rag andThen he said, get rhythmWhen you get the bluesHey, get rhythmWhen you get the bluesIt only costs a dimeJust to get the bluesNicholas, you does a million dollars worth of goodBut you get rhythmWhen you get the bluesHey, get rhythmWhen you get the bluesYeah, get rhythmWhen you get the bluesYes, a jumpin' rhythm makes you feel so fineAin't it sick on your tongueBut when you're worried, mind, get rhythmWhen you get the bluesWell, I said I had to listen to the shoeshine boyAnd I thought I was gonna jump with joySlapped on a shoe polish left and rightHe took a shoeshine rag and he held it tightHe stopped once to wipe the sweat awayI said, you mighty little boy, do you work it that way?He said, I like it with a big white beardAnd he kept on a-poppin' and he said againGet rhythmWhen you get the bluesHey, get rhythmWhen you get the bluesGet a rock'n'roll feelin' in your bonesPut taps on your toes and get goneGet rhythmWhen you get the bluesWhen you get the blues