Uncle Sam Songtext
von Peter Skellern

Uncle Sam was a dreary old man
He worked in the bank all day
He counted the millions for everyone else
And 19 pounds 10 was his take home pay
But when he got home and the curtains were drawn
He′d kick off his shoes and pick up his horn
He'd play everything, give it swing
Being an adult on the 4th of July
Then one day packed his bags, and up and left the bank
He boarded a liner for Carolina, which in mid-Atlantic sank
So he swam to an island and crawled up the sand
And when the natives got restless, he′d strike up the band
He'd play everything, give it swing
Being an adult on the 4th of July
Uncle Sam grew sad at heart He knew he'd be there forever
But he′d stay alive ′cause he was smart
And the natives weren't very clever
And when ships came into sight, the most chord he′d play
But he never got far 'cause he got carried away
He′d play everything, give it swing
Being an adult on the 4th of July
Uncle Sam grew old and frail, and there on the shore he died
The native chiefs buried him deep with his trumpet by his side
And still to this day when the moon's in the
Trees, an eerie sound is heard on the breeze
He′d play everything, give it swing
Being an adult on the 4th of July
Give me a jimmy