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 two room shack directly behind the store      Above his dresser was a picture of his wife who passed awa-aa-ay And next to that 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                     +          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 by: José Duarte   [email protected]