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