Lyrics
My uncle, the salesman, had only one wish
To drive a Winnebago with a satellite dish
Clear across the country,
This great big nation,
Sample each and every TV station
Feeling free, free, free
What he wants to be
Free, free, free
Can't you see how he's
Free free, free
Winnebago free
So when the time was right
And his pension was ready
He bought a twenty-footer
And a bag of confetti
The confetti came down
On his wife of twenty years
She said, "I had about enough of this dear."
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I don't know what he's gonna do now
Maybe he'll find himself a new love
Or maybe he'll keep on driving
Forever following the freeway
But now as he turns the wheel
He's not sure what to feel
But that's okay if he can be
Winnebago free
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