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.

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.

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BURTON LANE, E.Y. HARBURG