Mr. Tinker (Alternate Version)

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 the one room shack directly behind the store

Above his dresser was a picture of his wife who passed awa-a-ay, yeah And next to that there was a picture of a boy who couldn't sta-a-ay

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 nothin' left to sew-oh-oh-oh, yeah He wishes he could mend his life but then there's no one left to show-oh-oh

Ah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor, poor Mr. Tinker Ah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor, 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 ready-made

Wah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, whoa, poor, Mr. Tinker Ah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor, poor Mr. Tailor