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Albums:

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) · World Wrestling Federation: The Music, Vol. 4 (Jim Johnston) · Hitman Hart: Wrestling with Shadows (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wrestling Album [Koch] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · In the Court of the Wrestling Let's (Let's Wrestle) · In the Court of the Wrestling Let's (Let's Wrestle) – and 90 other albums »


And then, what's after that?

Doug- Um... Uh, Wrestling Day.

Bob- No. Get out.

Doug- Boxing Day, yeah, yeah.

Bob- That's three. Then what's after
And then, what's after that?

Doug- Um... Uh, Wrestling Day.

Bob- No. Get out.

Doug- Boxing Day, yeah, yeah.

Bob- That's three. Then what's after
And then, what's after that?

Doug- Um... Uh, Wrestling Day.

Bob- No. Get out.

Doug- Boxing Day, yeah, yeah.

Bob- That's three. Then what's after
world

Wrestling Dan and Tom and Jay
Will and others showed life today
Fought that fight no one wins
Heroin stole my indigo friends

As time slips by
I
town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why

No one's slick as Gaston
No
lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favorite guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
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
town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why

No one's slick as Gaston
No
town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why

No one's slick as Gaston
No
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
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
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
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
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
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
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
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is
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