He makes a beeline for the place
  Where he gets his only ace
  Sometimes he's standing in the rain
  Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane
    He has the Rhythm in his head
  He has the Rhythm, sing!
    It's chaotic at the bar
  B & O those sweaty drops
  We are all mesmorized
  To the thing we have inside
    Inside, outside, eastside, West
  We kill the beast
  Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes
  We kill the beast