Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Touchy Tim, a man of the road,
Found his home where the river flowed.
Under the bridge, he'd strum his tune,
By the light of the silvery moon.
(Chorus)
From rags to riches, where the river runs,
Touchy Tim plays on, 'neath the setting suns.
With the Fla-migo family, he's never alone,
In his riverside retreat, he's found his home.
(Verse 2)
Days are long, but the nights are kind,
With feathered friends of every kind.
The Fla-migo family, pink and bright,
As the law chases him in the night.
(Bridge)
No one thought he'd make it,
But a Barber can not fake it.
Touchy Tim with his tickles,
Will pick you up, its so simple.
(Chorus)
From rags to riches, where the river runs,
Touchy Tim plays on, 'neath the setting suns.
With the Fla-migo family, he's never alone,
In his riverside retreat, he's found his home.
(Verse 3)
So if you're wandering, feeling blue,
Find Touchy Tim, he'll sing for you.
Under the bridge, where life is sweet,
Where the river runs, and friends meet.
(Chorus)
From rags to riches, where the river runs,
Touchy Tim plays on, 'neath the setting suns.
With the Fla-migo family, he's never alone,
In his riverside retreat, he's found his home.
(Verse 1)
Touchy Tim, a man of the road,
Found his home where the river flowed.
Under the bridge, he'd strum his tune,
By the light of the silvery moon.
(Chorus)
From rags to riches, where the river runs,
Touchy Tim plays on, 'neath the setting suns.
With the Fla-migo family, he's never alone,
In his riverside retreat, he's found his home.
(Verse 2)
Days are long, but the nights are kind,
With feathered friends of every kind.
The Fla-migo family, pink and bright,
As the law chases him in the night.
(Bridge)
No one thought he'd make it,
But a Barber can not fake it.
Touchy Tim with his tickles,
Will pick you up, its so simple.
(Chorus)
From rags to riches, where the river runs,
Touchy Tim plays on, 'neath the setting suns.
With the Fla-migo family, he's never alone,
In his riverside retreat, he's found his home.
(Verse 3)
So if you're wandering, feeling blue,
Find Touchy Tim, he'll sing for you.
Under the bridge, where life is sweet,
Where the river runs, and friends meet.
(Chorus)
From rags to riches, where the river runs,
Touchy Tim plays on, 'neath the setting suns.
With the Fla-migo family, he's never alone,
In his riverside retreat, he's found his home.
