Nids - Uncle Chuck lyrics

by the NiDs. From the 1987

release "Music to Detassle Corn By"

lyrics by Sean McCloud

When your father came home today

he said the worst thing he could say

He said make a bed and hide the Gin

Your Uncle Check is moving in.

Burnt his house down from smoking in bed.

both his wife and kids are dead

Ask Uncle check he'll say he doesn't care,

He can get sex anywhere

Chorus: Uncle Chuck is moving in

Uncle Chuck is moving in

Uncle Chuck is moving in

He's a ture American

First day there he beat the dog

Ran your moped into a log

Drank you much and got sick on your bed

Then went out, said he's get some head

Tell you stories you don't want to hear

Watches t.v. and drinks too much beet

In the fall he'll go shoot some deer

but for tonight he gonna roll a queer

Burns your books with his bic

Brags about the size of his dick

Reads you things that make you sick

Your Uncle Chuck is a fucking prick.

Chorus