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
