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Uncle Joe used to throw harpoons from a whaler’s ship He’s got sailor’s stubble and he’s proud of it He makes a lot of noise for someone so smallYou can hear from the kitchen when he’s out in the hallWhen he gets to drinking he drinks early to lateHe’s got a whiskey coloured liver and his farts intoxicateHe’s not a broken man he’s just always on the mendIf you’ve got a dollar he’ll know all your friendsUncle Dick made his living off of other folk’s livesKeeps a rolled up newspaper for to kill house fliesNever heard him whistle but he curses out loudPlays checkers by himself cause two’s a crowdThey say he had a woman who took another manI guess that’s her picture on his nightstandHe goes to bed early, some nights I pray with himHe’s already waiting for the lord’s salvationAnd nobody knows it but meBut I’ve made my plans to leaveGonna do like so many have done beforeTry to find a life worth living forUncle Sid lives in bed and he pisses in a potThe doctor wouldn’t tell me what it is he’s gotSome days he makes jokes some days he don’tLetras de cancionesBut for all the pain he’s in I’ve never heard him moanHe gets letters from Spain every once in a whileAnd even though he reads them he never repliesEverybody says he’s on the way outThat’s his favourite thing of all to joke about From Letras Mania