Graham Bonnet Band - Uncle John

A stranger in town, strutting around, he's so impeccably dressed
Suited up to succeed
Asked if I knew where he'd find work teaching kids
His twisted smile gave me the creeps as he said that
Was it the work or a child that he needs?

Say have you met “Uncle John?”
That's what the kids lovingly called him
Save them before they are gone
Down the dark path to the predator's sanctuary

I'd seen his face, somewhere, some place, was it the news of the world
Or one of those Sunday rags?
This can't be him, let me look, wait a minute, it is!
He taught in schools, subjects diverse
Hiding so well his perverted curse

Say have you met “Uncle John?”
That's what the kids lovingly called him
Save them before they are gone
Down the dark path to the predator's sanctuary

His persona divine, disturbingly sweet
He's perfected his craft
Hiding lust and deceit
And the innocents suffer
As he has his way

Say have you met “Uncle John?”
That's what the kids lovingly called him
Save them before they are gone
Down the dark path to the predator's sanctuary

Say have you met “Uncle John?”
Save them before they are gone