Lyrics:
sleep
Wake up, get sober, what a great night
This is for the gamblers, the ramblers, the grandmas and grandpas
The fans of the samplers, my godson in
An epidemic like it is polio. Like we'll be telling our grand kids about it one day.
The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004.
"How'd you get through it grandpa
Your arthritis acts up whenever it rains
You're so old your penis has varicose veins
Oh, why don't you die, Grandpa?
Why must you fight?
You old
say
You're for your countrymen
But all for not
Instead your grandpa worked for Hitler
Now go smoke more crack
'Cause we're stealing our country
She loved me back,
Say wiggy wiggy wig wig,
Wiggy wiggy wack,
The big 'ol bouncin' boobies give your grandpa heartattack,
You run it through
sad they don't know him at all
He's just the one they call grandpa
They take out his trash
They mow his lawn
Things he can't do
Since he's been
booty back
Try to get your booty back
Your booty back from me
Bury me next to my grandpa
Ashes in the water and the wind
That way I can drift
the street right next to the walnut tree. Grandpa died of parkinsons in 1983. Riding on the go-cart, at my next door neighbors house. I couldn't tell the brake
can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she makes grandpa feel like twenty one
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
The Girl can't help it if
that's all
My grandpa, the Captain, sailed the seven seas
He says life's an ocean, simple and deep
Don't be afraid, you do what you can, that's all
us
Back to grandpa David and Delores
Then they had children keeping the holy cycle
To David, Ronald, then the twins and Michael to Daniel, BeBe
CeCe,
Yesterday a kid came to me he said hey grandpa
What's that shit you listen to
Some punk from '99
It wasn't violent and it was for the cause
Taking a trip
his grandmother
Can't even sit on his grandpas lap for Christmas
I got the riches
But got nobody to share my shit wit
What is this
Lord
I
can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she makes grandpa feel like twenty one
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
The Girl can't help it if
And I learned what country music was when grandpa played me, hank
A handshake don't mean nothin' if you don't look 'em in the eye
Hard work will make
never feel so tired and old
Rosie and her baby, feelin' all alone
Her mama tried to help her do the best she can
Grandpa does his best to try
can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she makes grandpa feel like twenty one
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
The Girl can't help it if
that Grandpa died I realized
Unsinkable ships sink, unbreakable walls break
Sometimes the things you think'll never happen
Happen just like that
my family, I know that you know this
Fox, Rock, be 's and Chaos
y'all growin up with me man, true to life players
Grandma or grandpa watchin up above
much to go on)
(My grandpa asked me one time, whether I care whether I live or die)
(Yeah I do, but now it's too late...)
wish I could disconnect the phone when I'm sleeping
I wish I had a life to call my own
Oh, but I'm dreaming
Even if your grandpa passed away
I wouldn't
when I see a lake
And why I'm always praying for rain
Yeah, ask me why you are the way you are
I grew up on a farm
It's a bit of my grandpa
It's
the girl for not breaking your heart
For not breaking your heart
Well I hope my heart heals up fast
Cause I know my body was made to last
My old grandpa
maracas.
Shake-shake-shake-shake-shake.
I am a grandpa shark,
doo doo doo doo doo doo!
I can play
Ukulele!
Yes, I play the ukulele!
Dinga-dinga, ukulele.
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