Tiny Tim Blues

Went up to Minnesota.

Took my little uke.

Went up to Minnesota.

Took my little uke.

They called me Tiny Tim.

But I felt just like a fine young Duke.

Went on Johnny Carson.

Married a fine young gal.

Said "Hi" to Johnny.

Johnny was my pal.

All over, All over.

Knew it would be anyhow.

When you think about it,

You know they all knew my name.

When you think about it,

You know they all knew my name.

Who knows you my friend, my friend?

But at the end we're all the same.

All the same.

Laying in my grave.

Minnesota snow blow wild.

Laying underground.

I feel just like a little child.

Come the end times, the end times, the end times

Eternity feel so mild.