Mr. Tinker Songtext
von Harry Nilsson

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 the one room shack directly behind the store

Above his dresser was a picture of his wife who passed awa-a-ay, yeah
And next to that there was a picture of a boy who couldn′t sta-a-ay


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

It isn't easy for a tailor when there′s nothin' left to sew-oh-oh-oh, yeah
He wishes he could mend his life but then there's no one left to show-oh-oh

Ah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor, poor Mr. Tinker
Ah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor, 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 ready-made


Wah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, whoa, poor, Mr. Tinker
Ah, pa-para-pa-pa-pa, poor, poor Mr. Tailor