I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing, I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance. In every way, every day, I need listen myself, I need more him, more him, 'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance... 'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance... Fanny Brice sang a song like that in 1922, and it made her the Toast of Broadway...