Pocket Full of Rhythm

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[Intro] Walk in, turn the room to a Saturday night One step, two step, everybody get right [Verse 1] I came through the door in a secondhand coat With a brass-band grin and a bassline note Now the floorboards shake when I raise my hand Every stranger in the place understands I don't need a crown, I don't need a throne I built this heat from a battered trombone The drummer hits hard, the whole block knows I move one shoulder and the ceiling goes [Pre-Chorus] You can keep your worries by the coat-check sign Leave them there while you borrow some time [Chorus] Get your body moving, let the good times roll I got a pocket full of rhythm and a fire in my soul Everybody knows me, everybody wants a piece Some want my name, some want my life, I just want the beat [Verse 2] They say the ladies line up whenever I arrive The fellas copy every jacket, every phrase, every stride But fame is just a mirror with a flashy frame It looks good from a distance, still it can't play the game I learned from smoky rooms and a late-night band From a horn player counting with a cigarette hand From records worn thin on a basement machine And the wildest little groove that you ever heard seen [Pre-Chorus] You can leave your cool face by the exit light There ain't no spectators when the rhythm feels right [Chorus] Get your body moving, let the good times roll I got a pocket full of rhythm and a fire in my soul Everybody knows me, everybody wants a piece Some want my name, some want my life, I just want the beat [Bridge] Left foot, right foot, turn it around Let the horn section lift you off the ground No velvet rope, no VIP If you feel that pulse, you're family [Rap Break] I keep one hand on the rail and one hand on the past Jazz in the jacket, funk in the brass Club lights flash but the groove stays raw Every little move got the crowd wanting more They can chase my shadow, they can borrow my style I been making strangers grin for a country mile When the bass drops low and the room gets loud I don't need a headline, I just need this crowd [Instrumental Break] [Final Chorus] Get your body moving, let the good times roll I got a pocket full of rhythm and a fire in my soul Everybody knows me, everybody wants a piece Some want my name, some want my life, I just want the beat Get your body moving, let the good times roll Clap on two and four, let the whole place lose control Everybody knows me, everybody wants to be But when the last horn fades, be yourself and dance with me [Outro] One more turn, one more slide Keep that rhythm on your side When the morning comes, you'll still agree The finest thing to be is free