Oh, my Jesus, Oh, my Jesus, here's Your little fanatic sitting here thinking about You; A fanatic in my heart for You, I'll always be. The melody in my heart competes with the very best; The feet of my heart dance and prance to beat the band; Oh, what a sprint -- what a talent my heart's feet have!
Yet, when my mouth tries to sing, my voice is flat; I have no rhythm in the words I sing; When my feet try to dance, the left one comes first, followed by the right; I always step on Your Toes.
Oh, why can't I match that voice in my heart and the step of its feet? I don't know why. I hope my heart will make up for the talents I lack. Let my heart show You how much I Love You. All I want to do is sing and dance and I guess my heart will have to do that for me.
HOW I LOVE TO SING AND DANCE;
HOW I LOVE TO SING AND DANCE ...
FOR YOU, MY CREATOR, MY FRIEND, AND MY KING!
Please accept my heart's delights and dance of its feet ... My heart will be Your fanatic F-O-R-E-V-E-R and F-O-R-E-V-E-R-M-O-R-E !!! My heart's melody is competing with the very best ... with Beethoven, with Brahms, with Tchaicovsky, and I don't know who else ... I'm not up on those things, You know ...
ALL I DO KNOW IS I LOVE YOU SO-O-O-O;
YOUR LITTLE FANATIC LOVES YOU ... SO-O-O-O-O-O.