Bleached his toupee,
Now his hair is all white,
Like his daddy Ray Ray,
My uncle Jay Jay,
Played his trumpet all day,
Then, went fishing at night,
Out on Grand Traverse Bay,
My uncle Jay Jay,
Once played in a band at night,
But, with the jazz flutist,
Had a fist fight,
My uncle Jay Jay,
Didn't like the sound of the flute,
For any woodwinds he did not give a hoot,
He said only a brass horn could give a good toot,
My uncle Jay Jay,
Left this world with the tide,
In the next world he's sitting all full of pride,
Making toot in a brass band of trumpets and slide.
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