The Fiery Furnaces Uncle Charlie Lyrics

Listen, I'm so onboard, [magic __ relax]
I love boy toys, out of happiness [but one that came with our boys]
Make 'em wish for the day, no more [avenged] cobbler whiskey pie
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach
Lemme tell you how, an 18th century grandfather clock you can [squeeze in your neighbors niches]
If only I knew, I offered to become a collector of small objects
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler whiskey pie
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach
Was I a senior or junior appraisal appraiser at Misty's auction [hut and center reach]?
Was I a low-level, or high-level appraisal appraiser at [Snuggaby's] crazy quartz collectibles collection at Hampstead Hollow?
I can hardly remember.
Last year Uncle Charlie sang a different tune, the two words I hate most are 'good enough'
Flipped through the [slatted star crash], look at what it says on my red pants pocket
"If you're going to be something, why not be something special?"
We'll have to [mow some weeds], "Don't worry, big girl," he sat me down on his handmade Mexican mountain chair and showed me his calendar for the next six months
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler whiskey pie
Make 'em wish for the day, no more avenged cobbler whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach
To locate my ex-boyfriend check the yellow pages under plywood
To locate my ex-boyfriend check the yellow pages under plywood
We live together under a Sears ______ bedspread