With a box of black magic
Watch her do her lipstick
Mum gets quiet, Mum gets sad
Mom, she makes the breakfast,
It's sad he moved so far away
How we smiled, how we laughed
When he turned up in his sports car
No one's quite as much fun as Uncle
No one's quite as much fun as Uncle
No one's quite as much fun
He's there without warning
It never gets boring Uncle Dad
Not all the hostages want to go
Out to the car and in the backseat
No one's cried as much fun as Uncle
No one's cried as much fun as Uncle
He's there in the driveway
His car is untidy Uncle Dan
And he was there in the morning
with a mug of instant coffee
Yawning, yawning, yawning
Later she was in mourning
He really wishes Mum would
Yeah, we like her Auntie Jane
But it's great to get home again,
No one's quite as much fun as Uncle
No one's quite as much fun as Uncle
Uncle, no one's quite as much
He's there without warning,
It never gets boring, Uncle Dan