Tommy Boy, Tommy Boy I loved you soo,
But I got married and had to go.
I wish you could live with us now,
But Jon T pants would just have a cow!
You love to lie on Jerrys belly,
And Mom cleans out your litter box when it gets smelly.
You have it made there in the land of Bling,
The old folks treat you just like a King.
So until again we meets,
Stay with Mom cuz she has your treats.
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