John Travolta My Uncle

The man from Washington
He was my Uncle
And he rode into Washington
In a Jeep from the Navy.

I knew that I’d seen him before
When he was hip in the seventies
And he danced in a nightclub
And wore bell-bottoms in Florida.

He complained about his ex-wife
And checks up on his kid
At least once a month.
His ex-wife is a Catherine.

We stepped into a Tops
And talked about Grandma’s House
And all of the fixing it needed.
He was my hero because he saved her.