Fiddle About Songtext
von Keith Moon

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,
And I'm doing exactly what I bleedin' well want to,
Fiddling about, fiddling about, fiddle about. Down with your bedclothes,
Up with your nightshirt.
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about.
You won′t "shte"
As I fiddle "abite."
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about.