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