| 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 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. |