Uncle Red’s Interlude

Lyrics

[Skit: Kid, Uncle Red] Uncle Red, will you tell me a bedtime story, please? Yeah, here we go It was a rainy night in Georgia When the shipment was coming in And after I shot him dead I said, "Nice doing business with you, friend." Now you aren't misunderstanding me, are you? *Kid crying* I sure hope No! Well, let me make things clear for you Your uncle sold dope Yay! I mean, I sold dope to everybody Preachers, teachers Motivational speakers In my day, we called it reefer We had a fleet of submarines We had a fleet of fifty boats Where you think Iggy Pop got his coke? *Snoring noises* Your uncle sold- aw, damn I ain't even get to finish! It works every time Hmm-hmm-hmm Goodnight, hero