Timmy Tucker

Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine,

He came from a long line of geeks.

His poppa was a horseshoe-throwin' man,

He was a horseshoe-throwin' freak.

His mother's name was Annabelle,

And his daddy's name was Zeek.

But he could throw them horseshoes, man,

He was a horseshoe-throwin freak.

Timmy was a different sort,

He wasn't like his dad or mom.

They wanted him to be

just like his older brother Tom.

Timmy'd get so close, so close,

So close, but not very long.

Couldn't even score a point

In hand grenades or atom bombs

Alone and tired he walked

The streets of downtown Exeter,

With a pocket full of rusted change,

A transcendance did occur.

Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer

He should huff himself the short trek down

to the Army Recruiter

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker.

Timmy finally freed himself

From the onus he called "Dad"

He'd let the army teach him a trade,

Surveyin' was his bag.

Seargent Goatlips was an evil man,

Cause his wife was a wretched hag.

Timmy blinked and he opened his eyes,

He was washin' pots with an army rag.

Our hero's life turned olive drab,

He was cast into a 4-year hell.

Livin' in barracks with forty men,

His loins did ever swell.

Timmy took a walk outside,

Lordy, Lordy, Lord he fell

A rock was tossed into his retina,

His eye was an empty shell.

With a check and a discharge

He hopped on the nearest bus,

Went down to Tiajuana,

Got a nasty case of PUS.

Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer

He should huff himself the short trek down

to the Army Recruiter

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker

Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker.

(Jam)

Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine,

He came from a long lin