UNCLE LEE PUT A HORN TO HIS LIPS, THEN HE WENT TO JAIL

When I saw the gold, twisted, bugle, I knew that it was for me,

But, after I bought the bugle, I gave it to my Uncle Lee,

My Uncle Lee, felt reborn,

Tooting on his toot, toot horn,

But, he made too much noise on his horn, so the jail is where he be.