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Back in El Sobrante where the sun don't shine. |
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Near the Iron River past the old church line |
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Lives a hot gal, smells of stale wine |
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We call her greasy granny |
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She's a hopped up, bopped up, nor-cal witch |
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She's a slap down, cranked up two ball bitch |
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She's stone wash denim if she's wearing a stitch |
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We love our greasy granny |
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Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny |
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Separate your mind from your body |
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Granny's house is hotter than an old Moose Club |
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She's cooking up the gravy in a claw foot tub |
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Waiting in the kitchen you can get a back rub from old greasy granny |
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Greasy granny's gravy, it'll make you sing |
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It'll shrivel up your pecker, make your nostrils sting |
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Rot out your teeth and make your left ear ring |
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We love our greasy granny |
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Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny |
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Separate your mind from your body |
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Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny |
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Separate your mind from your body |
