It was going pop
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And it couldn't stop
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Now it's number one,
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Thanks to Tom the piper's Son.
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Tom, Tom, the piper's Son
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Stole a tune and away he run
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And away run he
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With that melody
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Tom was hot, the tune was sweet
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But he revamped it with a new off-beat
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And the classic thing,
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Got a shot of swing
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Mr. Brahms cried och!
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So did Mozart and Bach
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And to hear them rave
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Paginini tumbled over in his grave
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And now that tune, that no one played
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Has stepped right up and hit the hit parade
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It was growing pop
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And it couldn't, STOP!
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Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son.
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Chorus with swing ;)
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Tom was hot, the tune was sweet
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But he vamped it with a boogie beat
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And the classic thing,
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Got a shot of swing
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Beethoven turned gray
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So did Debussy and Bose
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It was such a stew
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Tchaikovsky said "I'm gonna sue!"
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And now that tune, that no one played
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Has stepped right up and hit the hit parade
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It was growing pop and it couldn't, stop...
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Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son.
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Ev'ry Little Movement
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Ev'ry little movement,
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Has a meaning of it's own
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Ev'ry thought and feeling,
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By some posture can be shown.
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And ev'ry love thought
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That comes a stealing
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All your being Must be revealing
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All it's sweetness In some appealing little gesture
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All of it's own.
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Tom, Tom, The Piper's Son
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| Judy Garland |
