Uncle Benny had one too many, yes,
Uncle Benny had one too many, yes,
Uncle Benny had one too many,
but he had himself a ball.
Oh, my father's Uncle Benny,
when he had a few too many,
one too many made him just a trifle gay.
Put his glasses in his case,
put a smile upon his face,
and he called for the fiddler to play.
Well, the fiddler took his fiddle,
put the bow across the middle,
and the fiddle fiddled out a little too.
When the fiddler with his fiddle,
fiddled, fiddled, diddle, diddle,
Uncle Benny bobbled like
a toy balloon.
Uncle Benny, feeling frisky,
took another drop of whiskey,
and the whiskey made
him frisky to his toes.
So he took my old Aunt Flora,
and they sort of danced the horror,
then he roared for the piper to blow.
Well the piper tweedle tweeted
and the fiddle it repeated
fiddle diddle diddle diddle diddle dee.
When the piper tweedle tweeted
and the fiddle it repeated
Uncle Benny was beside
himself with Lee.
As he filled his glass too often
Benny's eyes began to soften
and the tears began to trickle from his chin.
As his ears were
A sympathetic cousin whispered,
Please let the drummer begin!
The drum instead of beating
Started tweedle -tweedle -tweeting
And the piper fiddled har
monies galore
While the drum was tweedle -tweeting
And the fiddle started beating
Uncle Benny was compet
ing with a snore
Uncle Benny had one too many, yes
Uncle Benny had one too many, yes
Uncle Benny had one too many,
but he had himself a ball.
That's the tale of Uncle Benny
when he had a few too many,
and there's only one thing
more that must be said.
When you're at a celebration,
use a little moderation,
or you'll wake up wearing
Uncle Benny's head.
Or you'll wake up wearing
Uncle Benny's head.
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