Uncle Bob
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner
Yeah
Wake the guest, drink the tea
For his holiday dinner
Uncle Bob walked through the door
He was built
He was fucking ga-galore
The strength of his body was kind of a shock
The first time he put mike in a headlock
He crossed the line
Put his feet on the chair
How can we fine? aunt?
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner
Yeah
Wake the guest, drink the tea
For his holiday dinner
Uncle Bob walked through the door
He was built
He was fucking ga-galore
The strength of his body was kind of a shock
The first time he put mike in a headlock
He crossed the line
Put his feet on the chair
How can we fine? aunt?
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
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Writer(s): Jennifer Finch, Suzi Gardner, Donita Sparks
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