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.