I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie I'm glad you won't see or hear me As I fiddle about Fiddle about Fiddle about Your mother left me here to mind you Now I'
Lately I I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shake down Between street sweepers and the pushers
Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo Mop, mop
Love was like a violin, playing soft and low In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I've played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play your leading
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CHORUS: My baby plays me just like a fiddle She knows I love her a lot not a little I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle I got a heart and she's
Gm-f-dm Gm-f-dm Gm when I was a boy there were fifteen a-people in the world F fifteen a-bound for dm heaven, and gm fifteen a-bound for hell Gm and
Blue violin Play for me your saddest melody Violin Play for me your saddest melody
Once stood a man on my face Ooh yeah, on my face Gobbled him up, 'cause my taste Leaves nothing to waste Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that
The one that I took dancing the one that I called a baby Walked down the aisle this morning with her old used to be Waitress take the band another round
Well, I can't recall, one time in my life, I've felt as lonely as I do tonight. I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more, It's the damndest feelin
And so once again My dear Johnny, my dear friend And so once again You are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry And I
I scandalized my brother While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs (And he did) I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me And, Lord, I knew that,
Well, I'm droppin' bars like a page three star Droppin' bras, my voice hits cars, I love music Kept my voice locked in a jar for years Now I'm here I
[UNCLE ERNIE] I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie; I'm glad you won't see or hear me, As I fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about. Your mother left me here
I wanna hear an old time fiddle And play an old time fiddle song I might even drink just a little If you play 'Little Jolie Blon' And if you're lookin