Okay, this song is dedicated to Ronald Reagan's uncle
Who died in the Civil War
Here they come again, hop scotching up to my door
One by one again, knock knocking upon my floor
Swinging on my gate, to gain entry by the yard
Pulling at their hair they scream, paint your thoughts upon my card
But not tonight I've got studies to examine
Tomorrow I'll be watching all the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time, he gives me things to do
'Cause he's open minded
Rucksack packed and ready to sail, the wind carries my dispatch
There's a bag and it's full of nails
I'm told one day I'll meet my match
Silly little sniggers from the women liberators
But I'll stand and hold my post
Polished buttons and erect I'll raise the flag
I'll show these girlies who's the most, I'll shout out
Another bore, walk-in store
I'm a clean cotton hero of this wintered core
An audition on a Sunday with my Uncle Sam
Who takes up all of my time, gives me things to do
He's a wonderful man
But I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
We're sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
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