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