Fiery Furnaces Uncle Charlie
Listen, I'm so onboard, [magic __ relax]
I love boy toys, out of happiness [but one that came
with our boys]
Make 'em wish for the day, no more [avenged] cobbler
whiskey pie
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler
whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the
beach
Lemme tell you how, an 18th century grandfather clock
you can [squeeze in your neighbors niches]
If only I knew, I offered to become a collector of
small objects
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler
whiskey pie
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler
whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the
beach
Was I a senior or junior appraisal appraiser at Misty's
auction [hut and center reach]?
Was I a low-level, or high-level appraisal appraiser at
[Snuggaby's] crazy quartz collectibles collection at
Hampstead Hollow?
I can hardly remember.
Last year Uncle Charlie sang a different tune, the two
words I hate most are 'good enough'
Flipped through the [slatted star crash], look at what
it says on my red pants pocket
"If you're going to be something, why not be something
special?"
We'll have to [mow some weeds], "Don't worry, big
girl," he sat me down on his handmade Mexican mountain
chair and showed me his calendar for the next six
months
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler
whiskey pie
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler
whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the
beach
To locate my ex-boyfriend check the yellow pages under
plywood
To locate my ex-boyfriend check the yellow pages under
plywood
We live together under a Sears ______ bedspread
