I take a walk I mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs
Grandpa ...Talk to Grandpa ...Talk to Grandpa ...Talk to Grandpa Ask my grandpa if he's got a dime for me! ...Talk to Grandpa ...Talk to Grandpa ...Talk to Grandpa ...Talk to Grandpa
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why do you look so mad The world, it isn't bad to you It put you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow
This is the story of the first Thanksgiving, once again by my drunk grandpa: Many years ago...Christopher Columbus and his pilgrim buddies come to America
Wir sind noch lange keine Opas - keine Grufties gottseidank zwanzig Jahre auf der Piste - immer lustig meistens blank kein Gedanke an die Rente - weiter
Woah, oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days Grandpa, everything is changing fast We call it progress but I just don't know And grandpa, let's
my grandmother, I am my own grandpa I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa It sounds funny, I know but it really is so I'm my own grandpa
Grandpa. He took Grandma's death too well. Started watchin' porno movies And engaging in phone sex with Cousin Belle. It's a better Christmas without Grandpa
Grandma told grandpa, lovin' between us is sure true Grandma told grandpa, lovin' between us is sure true Whoa, grandpa said, "If you love me, little
total asshole. Grandpa is a total fucking ass hole. Whoo would ever want a dirty, greasy, finger in his ass? He rubs his dick in broken glass... When you fucked grandpa
When u fucked grandpa did he tell you that he loved you? did he hold you till The sun did rise and did he look into your eyes and ask him to felate him
I picked the most appetizing flowers from these gardens. I know of virgin thighs. Anointed in your sweat. Sat them in a glass. And took the bench between
field Tv crews and cameras They wanted to interview grandpa on the porch They came through the gate and up on the lawn Knockin' down edith's tiki torch Grandpa
looks so natural But all I see's a cold dark hole I won't commit this day to memory That ain't the Grandpa that I know That ain't the Grandpa that I
could be Grandpa's last Christmas That's what Mother said. This could be Grandpa's last Christmas And soon he might be dead, so be nice. be nice...to Grandpa
always calls me "Kate" - and forgets his dentures on his dinner plate? - This could be Grandpa's last Christmas - That's what Mother said. - This could be Grandpa