Lou, My Uncle

There is no one I love more than when my uncle Lou is on our door
He came in from Ballarat
And his car flew off the tarmac
Loose straps will cut the cord
But knowing Lou is knowing a bit more
Levitation on the Geelong highway i know now

A tweedy song and a hot-plucked bird are in the room where we learn
Here Lou lies
He's reading red
The sand on pillow
I drop instead
He said
This is not a suck you rip that'll take you out down south Queenscliff

He swore when he came off his wave
A little boy said
How are you today?

I'm coming up undone
I've lost my lover's style
In between these crashing waves

I'm coming up undone
I've lost my lover's style
With my uncle Lou on my back



Credits
Writer(s): D'arcy Noonan, Declan Blackburn, Jasper Van Daatselaar, Vindi Ferguson
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