Uncle John from Gumball by deli llamas

You can come along as long as you don’t fill the air with nonsense
Uncle John is gonna build a bomb and he’ll let us aim it at the schoolhouse
From the basement stairs I swear I heard the tick tick ticking of a time bomb
It was only later that I learned it was just a ploy to try to scare me
Uncle John was always doing childish things to fill a childhood up with fear and wonder

Uncle John would sing us songs of long forgotten things
Men of valour with nerves of steel
And maidens with gossamer wings

Every Sunday night my brother would escape the boredom of suburbia
He would find salvation in a man who was blessed with chronic immaturity
And when he took me ’round old John would say “what have we here, another monkey?”
Those were magic words once spoken and they swept me out into the cosmos

Uncle John would teach us tricks with ordinary things
We’d play in a world not of this world
Star flights on gossamer wings

He was never a real uncle
But it never really mattered
I remember the day that they took him away
And he promised he’d live forever in a closet
Or under my bed
Or in my head

Uncle John had everything you’d want to entertain a young imagination
Model trains, toy boats, and a startling array of medieval paraphernalia
Uncle John was always unencumbered by the hassles of appropriate behaviour

Uncle John was twice as strong as anyone I’ve known
Living to give all he could to the world
But basically dying alone

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