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My crazy drunk uncle.
Oh, what a trip he is.
Stumbling over the house and wreaking the place.
Driving off the road as he comes to our driveway.
Writing songs, playing those drums,
Thinking he's gonna be a millionaire.
He hits on every young girl in town,
While smelling like alcohol.
He lies in his bed, with eight beer bottles,
And he thinks he's a king, and deserves praise.
He is the king, the king of drinks and he's proud.
Oh, what a trip he is.
Stumbling over the house and wreaking the place.
Driving off the road as he comes to our driveway.
Writing songs, playing those drums,
Thinking he's gonna be a millionaire.
He hits on every young girl in town,
While smelling like alcohol.
He lies in his bed, with eight beer bottles,
And he thinks he's a king, and deserves praise.
He is the king, the king of drinks and he's proud.
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