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Mr. Tinker was a tailor  
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And he had a neon sign above his door 
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And he cooked his meals and he tried to sleep  
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In a two room shack directly behind the store 

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

Mr. Tinker was a jealous man  
And he never smiled to the people who came to the store 
And he envied them for the lifes they lived and the fun they had  
And the colorful things they wore 

It isn't easy for a tailor when there's nothing left to sew  
He wishes he could mend his life but then there's no one left to show 

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Pa-pa-pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tinker 
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Pa-pa-pa-para-pa-pa-pa, 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 already made   

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tinker 
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, poor Mr. Tailor