Dear Sweet Uncle

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By Sandwich Massacre

*He just wanted to kill his wife X2 yeah yeah X3 My dear sweet uncle came to my mother’s wedding He had a loaded gun and was drunk off his ass And he was gonna handle it old school My mother at the reception; pretty as she could be He stepped on her gown; she made a frown Saying boy don’t make a fool out of me Boy don’t make a fool out of me Boy… * My drunk grandpa, hair in disarray He pushed him out, grabbed him by the neck Saying this’ my little girl’s big day He wandered the lonely streets, and in the parking lot He crouched below, till the end of the show And aimed to get a better shot He quickly fell asleep and quickly was he found He was jailed and stoned; feeling all alone As his woman left the big town * She left as quick as she could to the other side of the sea She hid her face and changed her name Saying boy don’t make a fool out of me Boy don’t make a fool out of me Boy… 2003

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