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
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