Mr. Tinker

Mr. Tinker was a tailor

And he had a neon sign above his door

And he cooked his meals and he tried to sleep

In a one room shack directly behind the store

Above his dresser was a picture of his wife who passed away

And next to that there was a picture of the boy who couldn’t stay

Mr. Tinker was a jealous man

And he never smiled at the people who came to the store

And he envied them for the lives they lived and the fun they had

And the colorful things they wore

It isn’t easy for a tailor when there’s nothing left to sew

He wishes he could mend his life but then there’s no one left to show

Pa-pa-pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tinker

Pa-pa-pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tailor

Mr. Tinker was a tailor

And the tailor has a well respected trade

But who needs Mr. Tinker

When all the suits you buy are already made

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tinker

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tailor