verse 1 - N.C.
Well every Saturday, if you were down our way
You'd find us in the parlor by the fire
Uncles and aunts would call, cousins and nieces all
Prepared to do a party piece, but not too arty
Please we'd say, let Uncle Jackson play
He'd take down his battered old guitar
He only had one song, he could play all night long
The only words he knew were la, la, la
G B7 Em E7
La, la , la, la, la, etc.
Am B7 Em G D G
La, la , la, la, la, etc.
verse 2
The pianola played, we drank the lemonade
Am
All the grown-ups drank the stout and ale
Then we'd form our queues, outside the outside loos
A7 D
That served for twenty-four, but on Saturday for more
G
And then we'd go to bed, but in our weary head
B7 Em E7
We heard the songs the others sang below
Am B7 Em
And the last we'd hear, sweet and clear
G D G
Was Uncle Jackson playing soft and low
G B7 Em E7
La, la , la, la, la, etc.
Am B7 Em G D G
La, la , la, la, la,
Repeat And Fade Out...