Poor Uncle Dudley
He had a car that wouldn't start anytime it rained
He'd fall about then get locked out of the foundry
He never made it
He kept the cardboard in the soles of his Sunday shoes
The fish he caught were never bought by the market
Oh how I miss him
Oh how I miss his great lies
No one to rock me when I'm lonely
No one to lift me when I'm down
I can remember
He had a suitcase full of places he'd never been
Shanghai and Wales great ships with sails and naked ladies
Oh how I miss him
Oh how I miss his great lies
No one to rock me when I'm lonely
No one to lift me when I'm down
Put it together
I wished I'd asked him for the secret of his success
He'd make you feel his dreams were real solid silver
Oh how I miss him
Oh how I miss his great lies
No one to rock me when I'm lonely
No one to lift me when I'm down