Tom Tom The Piper's Son

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 ɾevamped it with a new off-beat
And the classic thing,
Got a shot of swing
Mr. Brahms cried och!
So did Mozart and [Bm]Bach

And to [C7]hear them [A]ɾave
Paginini tumbled over in his grave
And now that tune, that no one played
Has stepped ɾight up and [Bm]hit the hit parade
It was [Am7]growing pop
And it couldn't, STOP!
Now it's number one thanks to [C7]Tom the piper's son.

(Chorus with swing ;)
Tom was [Am7]hot, the tune was [Am7]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 [Bm]Bose
It was [Am7]such a stew
Tchaikovsky said "I'm gonna sue!"
And now that tune, that no one played
Has stepped ɾight up and [Bm]hit the hit parade
It was [Am7]growing pop and [Bm]it couldn't, stop...
Now it's number one thanks to [C7]Tom the piper's son.

Every Little Movement
Every little movement,
Has a meaning of it's own
Every thought and [Bm]feeling,
By some posture can be [Am]shown.
And every love thought
That comes a stealing
All your being Must be [Am]ɾevealing
All it's sweetness In some appealing little gesture
All of it's own.