uncle reamus
now he is the man
we talk about him
whenever we can
he lives in australia
he went there to hide
with his lottery win
and his bit on the side
he won quite a lot
he gave away nothing
it won't be long now
before he's in his coffin
she was so young
he was too old
he wouldn't listen
just couldn't be told
his money's all gone
and so has she
with a younger man
yes its me
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