Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II, And I think he had no problems getting girls
If you saw him in his uniform, then you would understand, he was like a Roman god without the curls.
He’d come “uphome” for holidays or to hunt for deer or duck, And he always drove a nice big car or a brand new pick up truck
He'd cruise in on the crossroad, his family in the car, A great big man with a great big heart and a great big fat cigar.
He sold cars for a living and I bet he did it well, ’Cause he sure could hold us mesmerized with the stories that he’d tell
When he’d wink and grin and walk around and wave that big cigar
He could sell ice cubes to Eskimos or real estate on mars.
He boxed while in the Navy, I was 5 when on that day, He faked a punch and covered up and let me swing away
I kicked and punched and slapped and swung, and still I couldn't hit
And he just winked and gently said “Guess you’re not ready yet”
I remember him a warm, good man , and I always will regret, That I could not make his funeral to pay my last respects...
Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II And I think he had no problems getting girls
If you saw him in his uniform, then you would understand, He was like a Roman god without the curls.
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" yes yes " I always remember his stories as well . If you had something to add then that was his phrase " yes yes "
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