Uncle Alan

Uncle Alan
(Difford/Hewerdine)

What a nightmare
What a life
I had it all
And in my mind
I had a vision
I had a dream
That maybe one day
I would be Queen

Uncle Alan

I’m a trooper
A simple bloke
I’m writing songs
But mostly folk
I have the stories
I have the beard
My friend’s musicians
Still like a beer

Uncle Alan

He plays guitar
Upon his lonely sofa
He writes some words
About a troubled smoker
Sometimes he thinks he just might fade away
And now he lives above
The local Tesco
So very far from San Francisco
Where he tripped his life away
But that was yesterday

What an angel
What a girl
She keeps me sane
When in a whirl
She keeps me dreaming
But oh I try
To complicate things
And then I cry for Uncle Alan

Uncle Alan
Uncle Alan
Uncle Alan
Uncle Alan