Lyrics Uncle Hartington - Gordon , Peter
He
wears
a
green
felt
hat
because
he′s
got
no
hair
Alot
of
people
don't
even
know
he′s
there
He
buys
sweets
for
little
children
and
then
they
refuse
him
The
world's
had
him
a
long
time
but
can't
use
him
He′s
my
old
Uncle
Hartington
He
needs
us,
we
don′t
need
him
There
goes
the
doorbell
No,
don't
let
him
in
He′s
come
'round
again
uninvited
Unexciting
when
none
of
us
delighted
But
he′s
a
blood
relation,
let
him
in
He
smokes
a
foul
tobacco
stinking
out
the
room
He
tries
so
hard
to
be
so
nice,
I
so
hate
him
He's
holy
and
good
and
wonderful
and
kind
and
sweet
as
treacle
If
ever
you
want
a
favor
done,
well
he
will
He′s
my
old
Uncle
Hartington
He
needs
us,
we
don't
need
him
There
goes
the
doorbell
No,
don't
let
him
in
But
he′s
a
blood
relation,
let
him
in
"Please
let
me
in"
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