Third Uncle Songtext
von Brian Eno
Third Uncle Songtext
There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there′s a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they′re in schools
There is you
Then there was you
I'll burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me or you?
It looks tight on you
Burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me or you?
It looks tight on you
There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there's a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They′re in lockers, they′re in schools
There was you
Then there was you
I'll burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me or you?
It looks tight on you
There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there′s a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they′re in schools
There was you
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there′s a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they′re in schools
There is you
Then there was you
I'll burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me or you?
It looks tight on you
Burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me or you?
It looks tight on you
There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there's a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They′re in lockers, they′re in schools
There was you
Then there was you
I'll burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me or you?
It looks tight on you
There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there′s a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they′re in schools
There was you
Writer(s): Brian Eno, Brian Roy Turrington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com