When I saw the ambulance Screaming down Main Street I didn't give it a thought But it was my Uncle Eugene He died on October the second 1981 And my Uncle Wilbert They all called him Skinner They said for his younger ways He'd get drunk in the morning And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds He kept in the glove box of his old gray Impala And we're all gonna be here forever So Mama don't you make such a stir Now put down that camera And come on and join up The last of the family reserve Now my second cousin His name was Callaway He died when he'd barely turned two It was peanut butter and jelly that did it The help she didn't know what to do She just stood there and watched him turn blue And we're all gonna be here forever So Mama don't you make such a stir Just put down that camera And come on and join up The last of the family reserve And my friend Brian Temple He thought he could make it So from the third story he jumped He missed the swimming pool Only by inches And everyone said he was drunk Now there was great Uncle Julius And Aunt Annie Mueller And Mary and Granddaddy Paul And there was Hanna and Ella And Alvin and Alec He owned his own funeral hall And there are more I remember And more I could mention Than words I could write in a song But I feel them watching And I see them laughing And I hear them singing along We're all gonna be here forever So Mama don't you make such a stir Just put down that camera And come on and join up The last of the family reserve