Judy Garland - Your Broadway And My Broadway lyrics

You can hip, hip hurray It was growing pop and it couldn't stop Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son Tom, Tom, the piper's son He 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 cla**ic thing got a shot of swing Mr. Brahms cried, argh So did Mozart and Bach And to hear them rave Paganini 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 Tom, Tom, the piper's son He stole a tune and away he run And away run he with that melody Tom was hot, the tune was sweet But he vamped it with a boogie beat And the cla**ic 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