Verse 1: I feel like the Emperor Nero when Rome was a very hot town.
Father Knickerbocker, forgive me, I play while your city burns down.
Through all its night life I fiddle away,
It's not the right life, but think of the pay!
Some day I will bid it goodbye, I'll put my fiddle away and I'll say.

Chorus: Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway, I'll go my way, you'll go your way;
Crazy rhythm, from now on We're through.
Here is where we have a showdown, I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down;
Crazy rhythm, here's goodbye to you!
They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow walkin' along Broadway,
Soon the high-brow he has no brow. Ain't it a shame? And you're to blame.
What's the use of prohibition? You produce the same condition;
Crazy rhythm, from now on, we're through.

Verse 2: Ev'ry Greek, each Turk and each Latin, the Russians and Prussians as well,
When they seek the lure of Manhattan, are sure to come under your spell.
Their native folksongs they soon throw away,
Those Harlem smoke songs, they soon learn to play.
Can't you fall for Carnegie Hall? Oh! Danny, call it a day and we'll stay.

Chorus: Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway, I'll go my way, you'll go your way;
Crazy rhythm, from now on We're through.
Here is where we have a showdown, I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down;
Crazy rhythm, here's goodbye to you!
They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow walkin' along Broadway,
Soon the high-brow he has no brow. Ain't it a shame? And you're to blame.
What's the use of prohibition? You produce the same condition;
Crazy rhythm, from now on, we're through.