Frambus I by The Finer Points Lyrics

(One, two, three, four)

What did you say about my Uncle Frambus?
They say his diapers are the dampest
He used to play the sax on campus
He was good (He was good)
He was good (He was good)
He was good (He was good)

Yeah!

(A creamy mature English with rich, dark chocolate curls)

You gotta keep a bit of an eye on Frambus
Cause he’s kinda gettin’ around on campus
He’s gonna throw you through a little velvet tunnel of sound
He’s gonna climb through the kitchen window, burn the house down

Well this ain't his first round as a gun-for-hire
But he’ll sooth you with jazz before he opens fire
And that’s why you should think twice before you mess with my Uncle Frambus!
Huh!