Moe. - Timmy Tucker Lyrics
Timmy Tucker was a friend of mineHe came from a long line of geeksHis papa was a horseshoe throwin' manHe was a horseshoe throwin' freakHis mama's name was AnnabelleAnd his daddy's name was ZeekBut he could throw them horeshoes manHe was a horseshoe throwin' freakTimmy was a different sortHe wasn't like his dad or momThey wanted him to grow upJust like his older brother TomTimmy'd get so close, so closeSo close, but not very longCouldn't even score a pointIn hand grenades or atom bombsAlone and tired he walked the streetsOf Downtown ExeterWith a pocket full of rusted changeA transcendence did occurMetaphysical reckoning of his purpose did inferHe should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiterPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerTimmy finally freed himselfFrom the onus he called dadHe'd let the army teach him a tradeSurveying was his bagSergeant Goatlips was an evil manCuz his wife was a wretched hagTimmy blinked and opened his eyesHe was washing potsWith an army ragOur hero's life turned olive drabHe was cast into a four year hellLivin' in barracks with forty menHis loins did ever swellTimmy took a walk outsideLordy, Lordy, Lord he fellA rock was tossed into his retinaHis eye was an empty shellWith a check and a dischargeHe just hopped on the nearest busWent down to TijuanaGot a nasty case of PUSMetaphysical reckoning of his purpose did inferHe should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiterPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy Tucker(Part of First Verse Repeated)Timmy Tucker was a friend of mineHe came from a long line of geeksHis papa was a horseshoe throwin' manHe was a horseshoe throwin' freakMetaphysical reckoning of his purpose did inferHe should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiterPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy TuckerPoor...Poor, Timmy Tucker
