Timmy Tucker
moe. Lyrics


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 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 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 goat lips was an evil man
Cause 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

Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management
Written by: AL SCHNIER, CHUCK GARVEY, ROB DERHAK

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Comments from YouTube:

Benjamin Reynolds

I named my cat after this song. He passed away last week. Raising a glass to his memory.

Robert Rowe

I am 64 years young and I have seen Moe. seven times. I saw great bands in my youth and will continue to see Moe. whenever they are close to home. Happy music for happy souls.

schecterguitarx

First time listening to this band... Pretty sick.

G Mo

Ditto

gonzojournalism13

schecterguitarx go down the rabbit-hole. One of the most talented bands I've ever seen.

luisalonsoecheverria

moe. Phish, Umphrey's McGee, and the Disco Biscuits!!!

Aquatic Shimmy Brack

The jam gods πŸ’―

chris conley

I can agree with that

Strings 1043

luisalonsoecheverria dude I just discovered these guys. Wow. Love their sound.

dubywho

Β man they play their asses off, that's talented, Chuck and Rob really shine on this one

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