Uncle Tom

 

The rich man

bought himself an Uncle Tom

 

he’s sitting on a bench

in a darkened robe

 

Uncle Tom has got a lady

as white as snow

 

she’s full of the green stuff

getting it wasn’t even tuff

 

Uncle Tom is at the beck and call

but he doesn’t hear you all

 

he’s a kept boy

a rich man’s toy

 

he’s sitting on the bench

erasing all his past

 

the rest of us are speechless

we have no voice

 

you gotta buy yourself an Uncle Tom

and sit him on the bench

 

and if you can’t convince him

then convince his wench