My uncle Murray the furrier
Was a big worrier
But he's no hurrier
Now, not today

He's good and retired now
Didn't get fired now
Fulfills his desires on
Half of his pay

He eats in the best of dives
Although he dines alone
He buried two wonderful wives
And he still has the princess phone
It's the best of all possible lives
Owning all that he owns on his own

You see, he never took off a lot
And used to cough a lot
Fur in his craw from hot
Days in the store

Worked his way up to the top
Was the steward of the shop
Has a son who is a cop
And he is free

My uncle Murray the retiree
Loves this democracy
And says it very emphatic'ly
He lives where he wishes
When he wants, does the dishes
Eats greasy knishes
Yessirree! He is free

No guilt, no ghost
No gift for no host
He goes coast to coast
Coughing, coughing
My uncle Murray the furrier
No, no worrier he