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 nineteen pounds ten 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 up the thing, give it swing
Bein′ an a-boppin' like the Fourth of July

Then one day he 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 up the thing, give it swing
Bein′ an a-boppin' like the Fourth 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 morse code he′d play
But he never got far 'cause he got carried away

He'd play up the thing, give it swing
Bein′ an a-boppin′ like the Fourth 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 up the thing, give it swing
Bein' an a-boppin′ like the Fourth of July