This old house Looks just the way it was Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone But it’s only just a shadow of the place you knew before Because Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
Winter’s here And the day don’t last too long Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on There’s an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door I guess Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
And I say it without pride and without shame That the dopey Irish Setter dog — Regan’s still his name Well he looks right glad to see you But he might not want to be you Even though he loves you madly from before Before Bob was not your uncle anymore
Good old games Like they play them back in town Where the wayward daughter’s luck runs strong and pure You might feel like you’re a winner but you never know for sure Now that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
And so we see You can find your way back home And that maybe when you get there There’s a lock on every door Now you know for certain What the big wide world is good for And that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore
Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Ted Baker Piano: Jim Beard Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery