I know he's around
When the sky and the ground started ringing,
I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance.

In every way, every day, I need listen myself,
I need more him, more him,
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance...
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance...

Fanny Brice sang a song like that in 1922,
and it made her the Toast of Broadway...