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Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · The Body and Soul of Tom Jones/Tom Jones Sings She's a Lady (Tom Jones) · Tom Tom Club [Deluxe Edition] (Tom Tom Club) · The Country Bears (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs for Polar Bears [24 Tracks] (Snow Patrol) · Care Bears Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cowboys, Boa and Bears Oh My (San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus) · Killed by Bears (Killed by Bears) – and 90 other albums »


I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby she's a Chippewa
She's one of a kind

All my friends call me Bear Claw
The Village Cheaftin'
I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby she's a Chippewa
She's one of a kind

All my friends call me Bear Claw
Village cheatin' is my
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby she's a Chippewa
She's one of a kind

All my friends call me Bear Claw
Village cheatin' is my
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
Sindy's spending too much money on clothes
Ken is going back to Gay Bob
The Teddy bears swear the neighbourhood's gone
Since the moving in
Living in circles like we're dreaming

Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA
He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy
He sells them guns and bombs
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
the difference by joining
Some organization or some movement
Let me explain the powers that be
Are families of power with old money
Unfortunately on their
humiliated
Why, it's more than I can bear

More beer

What for? Nothing helps,I'm disgraced

Who, you, never Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together

Gosh
ironic?

I adopted a child from overseas to rescue it from child labor factories.
And On his very first birthday we went to build a bear workshop
Isn't
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
I don't think I fit into his indie world
Guided By Voices and Velocity Girl
Eric's Trip and Rocket Ship, Rancid and Rocket from The Crypt
Bikini Kill
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"

[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
since the first record by Damn Yankees
It was the day Ted Nugent killed all the animals
The day Ted Nugent killed all the animals

Imagine that,
Publicly Humiliated! Why, it's
More than I can bear.

More beer?

What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.

Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Girl, oh you look fine
(I wanna do you)
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You got
this
The clips ain't down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every
just di car dem waan wi steer 
And di clothes dem waan fi wear, and di style inna wi hair 
It ah mad dem (mad dem!!), Have di girls dem by di pair