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Brian Eno

Third Uncle

There are tins
There was pork
There are legs
There are sharks
There was john
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you.

There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
There in you
Then there was you.

Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you?
It looks tight on you.


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作詞:Brian Peter George Eno, Brian Roy Turrington

There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there's a poker
There was you, then there was you

There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
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There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they're in schools
There in you, then there was you

Burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me
Or you? It looks tight on you

Burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me
Or you? It looks tight on you

There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there's a poker
There was you, then there was you

There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they're in schools
There was you, then there was you

Burn my fingers, burn my toes
Burn my uncle, burn his books
Burn his shoes, cook the leather
Put it on me, does it fit me
Or you? It looks tight on you

There are tins, there was pork
There are legs, there are sharks
There was John, there are cliffs
There was mother, there's a poker
There was you, then there was you

There are scenes, there are blues
There are boots, there are shoes
There are Turks, there are fools
They're in lockers, they're in schools
There was you