| Song | Uncle Son |
| Artist | The Kinks |
| Album | Muswell Hillbillies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davies | |
| He was just a workin' man, | |
| Simple rules and simple plans, | |
| Fancy words he didn't understand, | |
| He loved with his heart, | |
| He worked with his hands. | |
| Liberals dream of equal rights, | |
| Conservatives live in a world gone by, | |
| Socialists preach of a promised land, | |
| But old uncle son, was an ordinary man. | |
| Bless you uncle son, | |
| They won't forget you, when the revolution comes. | |
| Unionists tell you when to strike, | |
| Generals tell you when to fight, | |
| Preachers tell you wrong from right, | |
| They'll feed you when you're born, | |
| And use you all your life. | |
| Bless you uncle son, | |
| They won't forget you when the revolution comes. |
| zuo ci : Davies | |
| He was just a workin' man, | |
| Simple rules and simple plans, | |
| Fancy words he didn' t understand, | |
| He loved with his heart, | |
| He worked with his hands. | |
| Liberals dream of equal rights, | |
| Conservatives live in a world gone by, | |
| Socialists preach of a promised land, | |
| But old uncle son, was an ordinary man. | |
| Bless you uncle son, | |
| They won' t forget you, when the revolution comes. | |
| Unionists tell you when to strike, | |
| Generals tell you when to fight, | |
| Preachers tell you wrong from right, | |
| They' ll feed you when you' re born, | |
| And use you all your life. | |
| Bless you uncle son, | |
| They won' t forget you when the revolution comes. |
| zuò cí : Davies | |
| He was just a workin' man, | |
| Simple rules and simple plans, | |
| Fancy words he didn' t understand, | |
| He loved with his heart, | |
| He worked with his hands. | |
| Liberals dream of equal rights, | |
| Conservatives live in a world gone by, | |
| Socialists preach of a promised land, | |
| But old uncle son, was an ordinary man. | |
| Bless you uncle son, | |
| They won' t forget you, when the revolution comes. | |
| Unionists tell you when to strike, | |
| Generals tell you when to fight, | |
| Preachers tell you wrong from right, | |
| They' ll feed you when you' re born, | |
| And use you all your life. | |
| Bless you uncle son, | |
| They won' t forget you when the revolution comes. |