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 But 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.
Ev'ry Little Movement
Ev'ry little movement, Has a meaning of it's own Ev'ry thought and feeling, By some posture can be shown.
And ev'ry 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
