There (C)was a man like (G)you and me, as sim ple as a (C)man could ev er be; and he was hap py (G)as a king, ex (Dm)cept for one pe cul iar (C)thing.

He (C)had a clock that (G)worked all right.

It worked all right, but (C)not ex act ly quite; in stead of go ing (G)“tick, tock, tick,” the (Dm)cra zy clock went cul iar (C)thing.

He “tock, tick, (C)tock!” The (F)poor old man just (Em7)raved and (A7)raved, be (Dm)cause no (G7)bod y could (C)say

(Dm)why his (E)sil ly clock be (Am)haved that (D7)hick o ry dick o ry (G)way.

But (C)now a fa mous (G)man is he.

He owns a pub lic (C)cu ri os i ty; from far and wide the (G)peo ple flock to (Dm)hear the syn co pa ted (C)clock.

Tick (F)tock,

tick (C7)tock.

There’s zing in the swing of that (F)clock.

Tock (A7)tick,

tock (Dm)tick.

Don’t you (G)think it’s a mar vel ous (C)trick?

Ting (F)ling,

ting (C7)ling.

There’s zong in the bong of that (F)ring.

Ling (A7)ting,

ling (Dm)ting.

Don’t you (G)think it’s a mar vel ous (C)trick?

Ting (Ddim)think it’s a won der ful (G)thing?

The (C)ex perts came to (G)hear and see, but none of them could (C)solve the mys ter y.

They called Pro fes sor (G)Ein stein, too.

He (Dm)said “There’s noth ing I can (C)do!” But (C)soon the fick le (G)hu man race will find an oth er (C)freak to take its place, and one fine day the (G)man will hock the (Dm)poor old syn co I can (C)do!” But pat ed (C)clock.