Dear Sweet Uncle, by Sandwich Massacre
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*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…
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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
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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 |
Posted: 2005-11-06 16:33:48 UTC |
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