They dont make em like that anymore They dont make em like that anymore After old Papa John they broke the mold Rock on! Papa John. Rock on! Rock on! Papa John. Rock on! They know ol Papa John has come and gone They dont make em like that anymore They dont make em like that anymore After old Papa John they broke the mold Now John would get it on with the band Yeah Creach could screech like no other man Make you weep with the sweep of his hand Yeah you couldnt stop dancing to his boogie woogie blues With a stiff upper lip he paid his dues Nobodyll ever fill ol Papas shoes Cause they dont make em like that anymore No they dont make em like that anymore After old Papa John the broke the mold, rock on! Now Ol King Cole was a merry ol soul He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl Then he called for his old fiddlers soul And John just played em his favorite song He played over and over all day long Then he played over the rainbow and was gone They dont make em like that anymore They dont make em like that anymore After old Papa John they broke the mold Rock on! Papa John. Rock on! Rock on! Papa John. Rock on! They know ol Papa John has come and gone They dont make em like that anymore They dont make em like that anymore After old Papa John they broke the mold
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