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
