Wild Man Blues - Louis Armstrong/His Hot Seven

Now the tress all sway to rhythm

And the children play to rhythm

All the birdies flap their wings in rhythm too

Oh the breezes float to rhythm

And the rivers flow to rhythm

Every flower nods in rhythm all day through

Every dance and every melody

Acts according to this recipe

Everybody walks to rhythm

Everybody talks to rhythm

And seems like the world can do without that rhythm man