Tommy Lyrics

There’s a certain fella
Nicknamed after his rifle
It’s true – he ain’t no commie
For now, let’s call him Tommy

It’s not a stage act
This dude is for real
But all the while and in the meantime
He’ll cash in his appeal

Yes he’s evil that thinks itself good
Fascist, bigot – to name just a few

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
His truest paint-by-number lyric
Specialize in plagiarize
A style he can mimic, oh yeah!

There’s good men to shoot at, they’re bad and they’re called the enemy
Well our man Tommy is truly Tom’s son
Don’t get in to deep now – a well-intended pun