When my uncle comes to stay
My mum and dad call him plenty of names
He's playing his clarinet in the morning
I hear them mutter "oh God put it away"
My uncle's had hundreds of girls,
He's been away, he's been all over the world
He always brings me a new football programme
And stories to make my hair curl
He can make his clarinet roar
He hid his tears behind the green door saying "don't say a word kid"
He can make his clarinet roar
He said "don't say a word kid", "don't say a word"
At Christmas he had a job at a party
Bouncing kids on his knee and smelling of beer
On Christmas Eve I crept downstairs
To see Santa kissing Mrs Jones from next door
And her dress had disappeared
AS IF BY MAGIC
Now my Gran says he's made his excuses
Whatever he does, he always loses
He's got this 'broken heart', I wonder if that hurts?
He's gone away to find out what the truth is
He can make his clarinet roar
He hid his tears behind that green door saying "don't say a word kid"
He can make his clarinet roar
He said "don't say a word kid", "don't say a word"
Because it's Christmas.
credits
from Glam Shots,
released September 26, 2019
Written and composed by Rich
Arranged and produced by Eddy La Gooyatsh