Boom Boom Ticka Ticka

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

He walked down, hat tipped back
An old broomstick in his hand
Dragging along that one dead leg 
He’s kicking an old soup can
Everybody knows him
They see him coming round
Long before you see him
I know you’ll hear this sound

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

Scraping on an old stop sign post
With some dried up chicken bones
Shaking an old tobacco tin
Full of little tiny stones
Every morning, he’s outside my house
He’s scraping on the old fence
He's been at it for so long
His rhythm is starting to make sense

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

Early one morning, I'm down at the garage
I’m working on this old car
I invite him in, give him a hammer
And a twenty pound digging bar
A couple of rusty old brake drums
And an empty plastic tub
I grab my old six string
And Uncle Leroy is blowing on a jug

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

We cleaned all the junk right out of the garage
My wife’s real happy about that
We swept the floors, we learned some songs
We all got us a matching hat
Every Friday after supper time
The whole neighborhood is coming in
Every girl grab your best fella
Even Grandma is shaking her old skin

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom