Dedidicated to Peter Varga..The coolest Uncle anyone could wish for.
Peter fell into the Murray River never to surface.
Lyrics
Uncle Peter used to carry us over his head
He used to let us sit in the front seat
of his blue valiant
And his room was always the place to be
well i was only six years old man
what a mystery
Walking backwards
Playing the clown
You tripped on the edges
You Fell in the river
And drowned
We`d pretend we were racing in the drivers seat
Flat tyres and cracked paint
In the front of Grandmas yard
Walking backwards
Playing the clown
You tripped on the edges
You Fell in the river
And drowned
The ignorance of youthful ignorance
Kept me from the pain
And now all I have are fleeting memories
And the feeling that he`s still watching over me.
Well he`d let us take handfuls
out of his two cent money jar
And we never realised that
Like his car he`d never get very far
Walking backwards
Playing the clown
You tripped on the edges
You Fell in the river
And drowned
Uncle Peter used to carry us over his head.
