I don’t know what to do, and it’s round about 10
My mind’s been stuck on you since I don’t know when
I can’t find the beat, I’m a tad behind
You come in and smile and I start to shine.

You got me singing now in a big brass voice
You got me sailing high like I’ve got no choice
All my life I knew what I wanted to do
Now I’m living strong—it’s because of you

You’re my middle eight
You're my tonic chord
You’re the silent muse
On which my art is moored.

You got me dancing now—no need to look at the clock
The band is grooving now and we’ve started to rock
Now I’m soaring free—but no longer alone
There’s no need to brood, I’m deep in the tone.

You’re my middle eight
You’re my tonic chord
You’re the silent muse
On which my art is moored.

You got me sailing
You got me singing
You got me wailing
You got me righting
You got me dancing
You got me flying
You got me chancing
You got me sighing
You got me Rhyming,
You got me realing
You got me chiming,
You got me stealing—
You got me rocking now. . .hey hey,
You got me rocking now . . .hey hey
You got me Grooving,
You got me strumming
You got me moving
You got me humming. . .
You got me
You got me
You
Got
Me