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Uncle Benny |
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never had a penny, |
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only had his old banjo. |
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Never had a job, |
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never earned a bob, |
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always free to come and go. |
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He played the banjo gaily, boys, |
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for anyone he'd meet. |
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Benny was a fellow who could |
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sweep girls off their feet. |
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He'd set their toes a-tapping with his songs, |
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making friends who'd join him as he slowly strolled along. |
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There was Michael Flynn played violin |
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while Clancy played the flute, |
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and Tommy McManis gave the old cornet a toot. |
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Uncle Benny |
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never had a penny, |
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only had his old banjo. |
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Fat around the middle, |
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always on the fiddle, |
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no one ever seemed to know. |
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In the clubs and the pubs around the town, |
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up and down the street, |
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Benny was a fellow who could |
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sweep girls off their feet. |
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He'd set their toes a-tapping with his songs, |
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making friends who'd join him as he slowly strolled along. |
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There was Jack McBass who played the bass |
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while Danny played the drum, |
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and everyone watching would clap their hands and hum. |
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Uncle Benny |
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never had a penny, |
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only had his old banjo. |
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Singing at the fair, |
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silver in his hair, |
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Uncle Benny had to go. |
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He failed it on a high note |
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in his final show, |
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and I never knew what happened to |
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Benny's old banjo. |
