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Albums:

För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · The Meeting with Bob Berg (Moncef Genoud) · Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) – and 90 other albums »


In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
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
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
out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs

I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy
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
He likes to keep his guns around the house
Just in case
Sundays he visits his son who's doing time for
Shooting someone
And we quietly stand by
and forth, I ain't no convos
I flew to Paris and my plug named Diego, Gradur !
Gucci shirt, belt, Tom Ford
Finessed the plug and he fell for it
Fuckin'
powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
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
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
And I've got studios to voice in
And I've got news for rejoicing 
Now a new sun is rising 
I count my blessings 
That I'm safe when I'm resting
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine

Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
do this, but she sweeter than a chest pie
Still remember meeting her, leaving up out of Best Buy
I was in my lolo sleek, wishing I brought my best