Third Uncle

[Verse 1] There are tins There are squads There are legs There are sharks With a strong pair of hips There was nothing but the spite There was you Then there was you [Verse 2] There are snakes There are flews in our grooves There are shoes There are Turks There are movements in our pockets and our screws There was you Then there was you [Verse 3] Burn my fingers Burn my toes Burn my uncle Burn his books Burn his shoes Cook the leather Put it on me Does it fit me Or you? It looks tight on you