Paul Siebel - Uncle Dudley lyrics

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