Uncle Ned, Don't Use Your Head - Lonnie Johnson

I’ll be glad when you dead, ol' man Ned

I’ll be glad when you dead, ol' man Ned

Yeas, when you dead, you’ll stop hangin' your britches on my bed

I’ll be glad when you dead, ol' man Ned

I’ll be glad when you dead, you good for nothin' hound

I’ll be glad when you dead, you good for nothin' hound

Yeas, when they put you ‘leven feet under the ground, I an' your wife will

start messin' around

I’ll be glad when you dead, you good for nothin' hound

Uncle Ned, you better stop usin' your head, Uncle Ned

You better stop usin' your head, Uncle Ned

Now the reason you sick in bed, eatin' all that raw fish an' old bread

I’ll be glad when you dead, Uncle Ned

An' this pigmeat goin' be the death of you, Uncle Ned

Uncle Ned, this pigmeat ‘s goin' be the death of you

Yes, pigmeat killed your pappy, and your grandpa too

Uncle Ned, pigmeat ‘s goin' be the death of you

Uncle Ned, you can’t do the things you did years ago

Uncle Ned, you can’t do the things you did years ago

You remember, you ninety-four, an' you shake that thing no more

You can’t do the things you did years ago