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Uncle Walter
Come on!
Your Uncle Walter's going on and on
'Bout everything he's seen and done
The voice of 50 years experience
is Drunk, watching the television
You know he's been around the world
Last night he flew to Baghdad
In his magical armchair
With cigarettes and a six pack, yeh, he just got back
The spit's flying everywhere.
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Your Uncle Walter's going on and on)
Why are you back so late? (Where did you go that you were gone so long)
how could you leave me here so long
With Uncle Walter
Your Uncle Walter saw who fired the shots
He drove his chair in the cavalcade
He's flown from South Africa
To countries where
They beat themselves on the backs with chains
There was a fleet of battleships
And one reclining chair
Headed north on the Arabian sea
Now he's back to tell us what
He and his oldest boy Blair
They're getting rich with their mail order scheme
Oh, oh, oh, oh
We're glad you're home
How could you leave me here so long
With Uncle Walter
Your Uncle Walter told me
Everything he'd do if he was president
Oh what a perfect world
This world would be
If he were President now - but he's not!
And he sees the children
Smoking pot
He knows that in a moment
They'll be shooting up heroin
Teardrops in his armchair
A 50 minute lecture
Tobacco juice rolling down his chin
Hey, hey, hey, hey
You're back so late
How could you leave me here so long
With Uncle Walter
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