A petal falls from a dying rose Into the wind it blow to fate While down below the ground There grows another rose that can hardly wait Well well well well Well well well well Well well well well You know my uncle finally died of a heart attack Bursting with pride he was way overweight There was hardly anybody at the funeral Besides the ones who thought they might divide the estate Well well well The preacher couldn't tell us everything that he did But he said every kind thing that he could Mostly focusing on long ago when he was just a kid And his intentions had all been so good Well well well A petal falls from a dying rose Into the wind it blow to fate While down below the ground There grows another rose that can hardly wait Well well well well Well well well well Well well well well My mother said when he was younger He was skinnier and kinder and funnier And humble as a white picket fence As he got older he got fatter Left his wife for something younger Started showing up here drunk Making less and less sense Less and less sense A petal falls from a dying rose Into the wind it blow to fate While down below the ground There grows another rose that can hardly wait Uncle Sam finally died of a heart attack He's bursting with pride way overweight So through the eye of a needle on a camel's back The American dream hits the pearly gate Well well well well Well well well well Well well well well Well well well well