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The Hundred In The Hands Tom Tom

Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that I fight

: Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that

my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk in line You can find me in my wigwam I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom Pull out the pipe

be down Two hundred million blind mice Running through this town See the blind mice? We the blind mice Trying to get in where we fit in Doing anything to be down Two hundred

alright) (ay man get you bad ass over here and listen to what these people got to say) (wild hundreds whasup, Chitown) (

, 'cause you added one, That is to say, ten, to the two, But you can't take seven from three, So you look in the hundreds place. From the three you then

insidious kid, that you barf off Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a Metro card I can fit the sum of your Tom Thumb concepts in a thimble Simple

Make an unwise decision call the wonderful 99 It was way back in the nineties a dollar still was worth a dime An international coincidence made newsweek and time A hundred

one hundred, I kept losing track I wrote a hundred letters, no one wrote back I told a hundred stories, and all of them got twisted I sang a hundreds