Your Skeevy Uncle
(music & lyric by Eddie Biggins)

Get your drunken ass out of here
Clean those bottles up before you go
No, you can’t take ‘em
I want the deposits
Wait a minute, is that your bong?
I don't need that crap inside my house
Come on, gather your stuff
From out of my closets

When you told me you needed a place to crash
'Cause you were running just a little short on cash
Didn't know you'd bring a guest
'Specially one who's such a pest
So it's time for you to go
You and your skeevy uncle
Your skeevy uncle

You been drinking up all my booze
And my fridge is empty all the time
And in payment I've seen
Not one single centavo
Did you know that you snore all night
So I've barely slept a single wink?
While you just lounge on the couch
Watching "Housewives" on Bravo

Now you’re bad enough but I knew you before
But you brought in this stranger that I abhor
Even hate the way he sleeps
Yeah, that guy gives me the creeps
So it's time for you to go
You and your skeevy uncle
Your skeevy uncle


When you told me you needed a place to crash
'Cause you were running just a little short on cash
Didn't know you'd bring a guest
'Specially one who's such a pest
So it's time for you to go
You and your skeevy uncle
Your skeevy uncle
Yeah, yeah, yeah your skeevy uncle
Your skeevy uncle