That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
There he goes again
Tellin' ya to get off his lawn or you'll be dead by 10
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
Geriatric as can be
Old, white, wrinkly motherf*cker, anyone can see
Down on Woodwind Avenue, many a story has been told
'Bout back in 1943, when an old house was sold
Sold to a guy named Uncle Ankle, a young feller at the time
Coffees costed just a nickel and beers were just a dime
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
There he goes again
Tellin' ya to get off his lawn or you'll be dead by 10
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
Geriatric as can be
Old, white, wrinkly motherf*cker, anyone can see
Now, Uncle Ankle's got some anger issues, 'cause the poor guy's gettin' old
His bones are a-snappin' and a-crackin' and a-poppin' and his heart is gettin' cold
Just about anything'll piss him off, but if you're out there on his front yard
He'll have smoke comin' outta his ears and he'll turn bright red, he'll be yellin' real hard
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
There he goes again
Tellin' ya to get off his lawn or you'll be dead by 10
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
Geriatric as can be
Old, white, wrinkly motherf*cker, anyone can see
He's got glass bones and paper skin, and the dude's patience is paper thin
But that ol' bastard's got ears like a monster, he can hear the drop of a pin
Nary a lad's gotten near his house, his wrath is far too punishing
Plus, he voted Trump in 2020, Ankle worships that guy like a king
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
There he goes again
Tellin' ya to get off his lawn or you'll be dead by 10
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
Geriatric as can be
Old, white, wrinkly motherf*cker, anyone can see
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
There he goes again
Tellin' ya to get off his lawn or you'll be dead by 10
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
Geriatric as can be
Old, white, wrinkly motherf*cker, anyone can see