Sunday, June 14, 2009

Uncleman

(sung to the tune of Ironman)

I am Uncleman!
I will make you children run and scream if I can.

Take you for a day,
we won't do a thing but play, play, play.

Won't make such a fuss
If you slip and start to cuss.

Still a kid like you,
I'll think it's funny if you say poo.

Planning for nothing,
flies by the seat of his pants.

Never be worried,
your nothing but safe in his hands.

Check that chamber, my boy,
An AK-47 is no man's toy.

Careful how you cut that fuse,
half a stick of dynamite can be bad news.

Yes, I know Kung Fu,
Give me half an hour and you will too!

I am Uncleman!
Hell yes, let's go to Uzbekistan!

Never called boring,
ready to break any rule.
Forget Auntiewoman,
shopping at malls isn't cool.

Ride that wave, my girl
All the boys are jealous you can rip that curl.

Beat them at their own game,
Who the heck cares for their immortal shame?

Can you ride that Bull?
Only Auntiewoman would say no.

Climb up and hold on tight,
Uncleman'll catch you if you take flight.

I am Uncleman!
Don't even think that I have a plan!

Go ahead, try to fly to Mars.
Glory never dies and Chicks dig scars!

I am Uncleman!
Hell yes let's go to Uzbekistan.

Hell yes let's go to Uz-bek-i-stan!

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