Uncle George

Since he was a kid my uncle George
Had in his hands the finger-picking of "My Little Lamb"
At 13 he used to play with much devotion
It was the beginning of a life full of emotion

Soon my uncle George became a star
His songs were always on the top five
With his blue eyes and his long blond hair
At 18 he knew all the motels owners

My uncle George used to love red boot girls
One night he met a pretty chick, he got a whirl
A famous sexy expert on waylays
And the next day he had no more money

And my uncle George was crumbled away
Lost his hair, wakin' up stinking everyday
In a deplorable situation he was always woken
Smellin' like whisky and completely broken

Solo

Today my uncle plays sloppy "My Little Lamb"
And he never told me where his money went
When I ask if this story is true
He angrily says: "It's bullshit" (what a shit!)

And my uncle George was crumbled away
Lost his hair, wakin' up stinking everyday
In a deplorable situation he was always woken
Smellin' like whisky and completely broken
Smellin' like whisky and completely broken
Smellin' like whisky and completely broken