Timmy Tucker Lyrics

Song	Timmy Tucker
Artist	moe.
Album	The Fonda Theatre, Hollywood
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	作曲 : Amico, Derhak, Garvey ...
	Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine
	He came from a long line of geeks
	His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	His mama's name was Annabelle
	And his daddy's name was Zeek
	But he could throw them horeshoes man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	Timmy was a different sort
	He wasn't like his dad or mom
	They wanted him to grow up
	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 transcendence 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
	Surveying was his bag
	Sergeant Goatlips was an evil man
	Cuz his wife was a wretched hag
	Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
	He was washing pots
	With an army rag
	Our hero's life turned olive drab
	He was cast into a four 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 just hopped on the nearest bus
	Went down to Tijuana
	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
	(Part of First Verse Repeated)
	Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine
	He came from a long line of geeks
	His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	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

	zuo qu : Amico, Derhak, Garvey ...
	Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine
	He came from a long line of geeks
	His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	His mama' s name was Annabelle
	And his daddy' s name was Zeek
	But he could throw them horeshoes man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	Timmy was a different sort
	He wasn' t like his dad or mom
	They wanted him to grow up
	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 transcendence 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
	Surveying was his bag
	Sergeant Goatlips was an evil man
	Cuz his wife was a wretched hag
	Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
	He was washing pots
	With an army rag
	Our hero' s life turned olive drab
	He was cast into a four 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 just hopped on the nearest bus
	Went down to Tijuana
	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
	Part of First Verse Repeated
	Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine
	He came from a long line of geeks
	His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	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

	zuò qǔ : Amico, Derhak, Garvey ...
	Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine
	He came from a long line of geeks
	His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	His mama' s name was Annabelle
	And his daddy' s name was Zeek
	But he could throw them horeshoes man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	Timmy was a different sort
	He wasn' t like his dad or mom
	They wanted him to grow up
	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 transcendence 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
	Surveying was his bag
	Sergeant Goatlips was an evil man
	Cuz his wife was a wretched hag
	Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
	He was washing pots
	With an army rag
	Our hero' s life turned olive drab
	He was cast into a four 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 just hopped on the nearest bus
	Went down to Tijuana
	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
	Part of First Verse Repeated
	Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine
	He came from a long line of geeks
	His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
	He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
	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

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