Brother Jack - Boom Boom Ticka Ticka Lyrics

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
He walks down, hat tipped back
An old broomstick in his hand
Dragging along his one dead leg
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, I'm down at my garage
He's scraping on my 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 my garage
I'm working on a car
I invite him in, hand him a hammer
And my twenty pound digging bar
We got a couple rusty old brake drums
And an empty plastic tub
I grab my old six string
And Uncle Leroy is blowing his 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 is real happy about that
We swept the floors, we learned some songs
We all got us a matching hats
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