Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again

He seems to be stuck in the 80's

He wears his members only jacket

Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies



And all the white folks shake their asses

Looking for the two and four

I'll have mine in martini glasses

Cause I can't take it anymore



These are the days of empty kitchens

The rise and fall of Mary Ellen's hairdo

I think she's found a new religion

Studying the Kabalah in her J Crew



And all the rich kids shake their asses

Looking for the two and four

Well I'll have mine with Blackstrap molasses

Cause I can't taste it anymore

No I can't taste it anymore



My friend Greg says it's all good

As the eastern seaboard's blown away

Now everything is going half-price

So look at all the money we saved



And all the politicians shake their asses

Looking for the backdoor

I'll just be hanging out with the lasses

Cause they don't like the boys no more

No and I can't take it anymore