[Sheet music version:]
[Verse:]
I know a professor of great renown
And he is the loneliest man in town
He's as smart as a man can be
But he never has company
Why is he the loneliest man in town?

[1st refrain:]
He ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown
He attracted some attention
When he found the fourth dimension
But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town
A lonely man is he
Bending over his books
His wife and family
Keep giving him dirty looks
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
When they call him up, it's to call him down
With a daring aviator
He encircled the equator
But he ain't got rhythm, as no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town

[2nd refrain:]
He ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown
With a problem scientific
He's colossal and terrific
But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town
A lonely man is he
Bending over his books
His wife and family
Keep giving him dirty looks
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
When they call him up, it's to call him down
In the month of January
He compiled a dictionary
But he ain't got rhythm, as no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town

[As sung in film (more or less):]
[Alice Faye:]
What are you studying?

[1st Co-Ed:]
Psychology

[Alice Faye:]
And you, dear?

[2nd Co-Ed:]
Philosophy

[Alice Faye:]
Well, don't take it too seriously because
I know a professor of great renown

[Co-Eds:]
Yes?

[Alice Faye:]
And he is the loneliest man in town

[Co-Eds:]
Really?

[Alice Faye:]
He's as smart as a man can be
But he never has company

[Co-Eds:]
Why is he the loneliest man in town? Huh?

[Alice Faye:]
He ain't got rhythm

[Co-Eds:]
Oh!

[Alice Faye:]
Ev'ry night he sits in the house alone
'Cause he ain't got rhythm

[Co-Eds:]
Too bad!

[Alice Faye:]
Ev'ry night he sits there and wears a frown
He attracted some attention
When he found the fourth dimension
But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im

[All:]
The loneliest man in town

[Alice Faye:]
A lonely man is he
Bending over his books

[Co-Eds:]
He would!

[Alice Faye:]
His wife and family

[All:]
Keep giving him dirty looks

[Alice Faye:]
'Cause he ain't got rhythm
When they call him up, it's to call him down
In the month of January
He compiled a dictionary
But he ain't got rhythm, so no one's with 'im
The loneliest man in town

[All:]
He's lonely, he's lonesome
And he's all by his "own-some"
The loneliest man in town

[The Professor:]
I know every planet up in the sky
I've measured them all with my naked eye
I've seen everything up in Mars
I know all about falling stars
But still I'm a very unhappy guy
I wonder why

[Professors:]
You ain't got rhythm!

[The Professor:]
I can read the tea leaves in my cup

[Professors:]
But you ain't got rhythm!

[The Professor:]
And I just found out how high is up

[Professors:]
But you ain't got rhythm!

[The Professor:]
I discovered once while sober
Where the flies go in October
For what I found out about the flies
I got the Nobel prize

[Professors:]
But you can't do the Charleston
And you don't know how to do the Black Bottom, the new rhythm

[The Professor:]
Heaven, I see Heaven
Through my telescope while gazing from Mount Wilson's highest peak
I'll explain it all in Latin or in Greek

[Professors:]
But you're not so hot while dancing cheek to cheek

[The Professor:]
I've mastered relativity

[Professors:]
But when they have festivity

[The Professor:]
They'll never think of asking me

[Co-Eds:]
Don't you wonder why?

[Professors:]
'Cause you don't know how to do the rhumba
That's the reason you're a lonely guy

[The Professor:]
Ah, love!
Venus is lovely tonight and so is Jupiter

[Professors:]
Jupiter's skipping from planet to planet

[The Professor:]
Jumping Jupiter!

[Professors & Co-Eds:]
But you couldn't be stupider
'Cause you ain't got rhythm

[The Professor:]
Why, I discovered liquid air

[Professors:]
But you ain't got rhythm

[The Professor:]
And I've a cure for falling hair

[Professors:]
But you can't get hot

[The Professor:]
What?

[Professors & Co-Eds:]
No, you can't get hot

[The Professor:]
What?
I'm a scientist to my fingertips

[Professors:]
But you can't do nothing with your hips

[Co-Eds:]
And that's the thing we miss

[The Professor:]
You mean this?

[Professors & Co-Eds:]
Yes! He's got it! He's got it!
He's got it! He's got it!
The man's got rhythm!