Uncle Bob

Grab a wife, get a job
There’s no time left
For Uncle Bob
He’s read all the papers and started to doze
Start looking for something to put up his nose
Dreaming with the lights left on
Knee-deep in a little fun
She says you’ll never be the one
Lying on the leather alone
You lost your knife, you lost your gun
Let it go
No obsession
Grief comes in phases and then it goes
Tomorrow’s another day and maybe, who knows?
Dreaming with the lights left on
Knee-deep in a little fun
She says you’ll never be the one
Lying on the leather alone
Either you sink
Or maybe you drown
You fired your shrink
He was way too downtown
Water is rising over your head
You live like you’ve wasted
Then you’re dead
Then you’re dead
Then last Sunday, the phone rang twice
A shaky receiver
And the voice was tight, she said:
«You better get down here, daddy is dead
Face down in his couch, no one there to lift his head.»
Dreaming with the lights left on
Knee-deep in a little fun
She says you’ll never be the one
Lying on the leather alone
Dreaming with the lights left on
Knee-deep in a little fun
She says you’ll never be the one
Lying on the leather alone
Alone