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Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right |
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Or you'll be in some mess |
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I see how you see her creaky bones, bitchin' 'bout IRS |
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Well, take a look child through this photo album |
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She sang to sailors in the war, baseball stadiums |
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Nineteen forty eight |
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Well, now you'll graduate |
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And you think you're going to move out now |
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I will congratulate you as soon as you pay your own way |
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Not tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon |
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Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room or a new car |
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Don't ever think about coming 'round here |
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With that junior from up the street |
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Sneakers squeaking on the kitchen tile, hat pulled below his eyes |
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That boy is trouble in his sleep |
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You got your father's reckless charm, babe |
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Long as you're giving, somebody'll take |
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Oh, every sermon is not the gospel, babe |
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Let me put it in another way, every valley is not a lake |
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Before I let you go with your friends got one more thing to say |
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You think my love is tough |
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Should've seen your grandma in her day |
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Oh, use your wits child 'cause nothing stays the same |
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In forty years my song will be public domain |
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Oh, oh, oh, sharp tongue, quick switch, sharp tongue, quick switch |
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We'll make, finally a quality man |
