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The Yardbirds

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please,
How can I know just what to be?
Please stop and give advice to me.

Tell me,
Tell me,
How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on the shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,
I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road.

Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Who's gonna tell me what to do?
Then they will say that I am true.
Maybe,
Maybe,
Perhaps I'll come to a great success,
Or possible a dreadful mess.

Maybe,
Maybe,
(Having buys it's?) fortune, fame,
Living's just a little game.

Woooo-aaah,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

How can I know just what to be,
Please stop and give advice to me,
Tell me,
Tell me,

How many people do I help,
Just by sitting on a shelf,
Tell me,
Tell me,

I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road

Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please.

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor

Written by PAGE, JAMES PATRICK/MC CARTY, JAMES STANLEY
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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