Third Uncle

There are tins,

There was pork

There are legs,

There are sharks

There was John,

There are cliffs,

There was Mother,

There's a poker

There was you,

Then there was you

 

There are scenes,

There are blues

There are boots,

There are shoes

There are Turks,

There are fools

There are Rockers,

They're in schools

There was you,

Then there was you

 

Burn my fingers,

Burn my toes

Burn my uncle,

Burn his books

Burn his shoes,

Cook the leather,

Put it on me.

Does it fit me

Or you?

It looks tight on you.

Songtext: Eno, Brian