Your Broadway and My Broadway - Judy Garland

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 classic 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 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