Tucker, Tucker
get your face screwed on
there’s a sucker, sucker
just about to be born
We paved the lane to your door,
hung the shingle outside,
all you got to do
is sell them something they’ll buy
While you’re at it,
we got a little potion they might try
It’ll make ‘em believe
they got a real reason why
We put snakes in a vice,
filled all the bottles we can find
We call it Freedom Syrup,
and sell it for nine-ninety-nine
Tucker, Tucker
get your face screwed on
there’s a sucker, sucker
just about to be born
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 