Tom can sing a shanty with the best of them.

In fact, at our first meeting in the early 1980's, we were in
conversation in the YTB at Mystic when he suddenly made his
mind up that the room ought to be singing, not talking.

He lit into 'Rollicking Randy Dandy' at a decibel level
which would cause most ghetto-mobiles to blush and turn in
their sub-woofers, nearly cracking my skull like a crystal
goblet in the process.

Everyone sang for the next three hours.