There's a portrait of Uncle Alvarez Hanging in the hall Nobody wants to look at it But Uncle Alvarez sees us all Ho, ho, ho, imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet He's not really part Cherokee Indian He didn't fight in the Civil War He's just Eugene Isaac Alvarez We feel sorry for the wall Ho, ho, ho, imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents You're gonna make them sorry when you die And it's a long way down You're hoping for heart attack Running around And messing in this and that, and Your beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you Safe in the bedroom where there's no dust or mildew and It's hard to believe you were once a beautiful dancer... Better just to shake it off As you write your resum Don't think of Uncle Alvarez And the price he had to pay Ho, ho, ho, imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents You're gonna make them sorry when you die Ho, ho, ho, imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents Better send some money to the Alma Matter