Mr. Tinker (alternate version)

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 a one-room shack directly behind his store
Above his dresser was a picture of a wife who passed away
And next to that there was a picture of a boy who couldn't stay

Mr. Tinker was a jealous man
And he never smiled at the people who came in his 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 nothing left to sew
He wishes he could mend his life
But then there's no one left to show

Ah, da, da, da, da, whomp, whomp, whomp
Poor Mr. Tinker
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, whomp, whomp, whomp
Poor Mr. Tinker

Mr. Tinker was a tailor
And a tailor has a well respected trade
But who needs Mr. Tinker
When all the suits you buy are ready-made?

Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, whomp, whomp, whomp
Poor Mr. Tinker
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, whomp, whomp, whomp
Poor Mr. Tinker

Ah, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
Poor Mr. Tinker
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah