Uncle Vyig
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This song is well known in Temeschwar, the Varushkan city that joined | <ic>This song is well known in [[Temeschwar]], the Varushkan city that joined The League. It’s about organised crime, which was once endemic there, and was referred to obliquely as “Uncle Vyig” (“Uncle Vyig had his hands in my pockets”, etc). The song is about how crime takes a cut of everything. It a fun song about terrible things.</ic> | ||
Words by Chris Edwards. | Words by Chris Edwards, tune by Daisy Abbott. | ||
<song> | <song> | ||
''(sung fairly slow and deep before each verse)'' | |||
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner... | |||
He takes a bite from every onion | He takes a bite from every onion | ||
Puts his spoon right in your soup | Puts his spoon right in your soup | ||
And all the | And all the poultry that he eats | ||
Could fill a | Could fill a chicken coop! | ||
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner | When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner... | ||
He goes through all your clothing | He goes through all your clothing | ||
And borrows just one boot | And borrows just one boot | ||
He helps himself to gloves and hats | He helps himself to gloves and hats | ||
And the socks right off your foot | And the socks right off your foot! | ||
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner | When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner... | ||
He sits right by the fire | He sits right by the fire | ||
And leaves you all to freeze | And leaves you all to freeze | ||
His bones are scrawny, thin and cold | His bones are scrawny, thin and cold | ||
But he shares with you his sneeze (ATCHOO!) | But he shares with you his sneeze! (ATCHOO!) | ||
</song> | </song> | ||
Revision as of 12:27, 5 September 2012
This song is well known in Temeschwar, the Varushkan city that joined The League. It’s about organised crime, which was once endemic there, and was referred to obliquely as “Uncle Vyig” (“Uncle Vyig had his hands in my pockets”, etc). The song is about how crime takes a cut of everything. It a fun song about terrible things.
Words by Chris Edwards, tune by Daisy Abbott.
(sung fairly slow and deep before each verse) When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...
He takes a bite from every onion Puts his spoon right in your soup And all the poultry that he eats Could fill a chicken coop!
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...
He goes through all your clothing And borrows just one boot He helps himself to gloves and hats And the socks right off your foot!
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...
He sits right by the fire And leaves you all to freeze His bones are scrawny, thin and cold But he shares with you his sneeze! (ATCHOO!)