Atkin-James
Uncle Seabird was an action man
He knew the scene before the scene began
The first cat to drop acid in the Haight
He understood the lyrics of The Weight
When Fillmore West was still a carousel
And the chick to know was Luria Cantrell
Uncle Seabird tried hard to be nice
When Berry Gordy asked him for advice
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird led the herd
When Uncle Seabird wrote for Rolling Stone
A generation felt much less alone
His footloose odyssey went so far back
He recalled not having heard of Kerouac
He represented youth in all its force
For evolution has to take its course
When the children queued to hear the Grateful
His wheelchair glittered somewhere up ahead
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird led the herd
When a snot-nosed little kid called Zimmerman
Was seeking a new surname that would scan
Uncle Seabird filled his lungs with hash
And "Weberman" he muttered in a flash
"There's a new group down a hole you ought to
Said the telephone in Brian Epstein's ear
"But let's not haggle now about my fee
Tom Parker handles these affairs for me"
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird led the herd
The last and greatest festival of all
Was Uncle Seabird's acid test and ball
They say one row of people pa**ed a joint
From Yasgur's Farm clear to Zabriskie Point
Crosby Stills and Clapton, Young and Nash
Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Johnny Cash
They all backed Yoko Ono while she ... sang
And Elvis Presley read from R D Laing
When Uncle Seabird wheeled onto the stage
He was crowding eighty-seven years of age
"We are stardust, we are ... (croak)" he cried
And the children yelled his name out as he died
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird had the word
Uncle Seabird, Uncle Seabird led the herd
Uncle Seabird