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Mr. Tinker
AmMr. Tinker was a Gtailor And he Fhad a neon Esign above his DdooCr Bb D# And he Amcooked his meals and he Gtried to sleep F E D C ID#n a two room shack directly behind the store
GAbove hiD#s drD#maj7esser was a picture of his wife who passed awa-aa-ay GAnd nextD# to tDhatE there was a picture of the boy who couldn’t sta-aa-ay
Mr. Tinker was a jealous man And he never smiled to the people who came to the store And he envied them for the lifes 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 Am G# G+ F# Pa-pa-pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tinker Am G# G+ F# 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 P-|a-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tinker P-|a-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tailor by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com