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Mom Says, "Put on your Christmas best." |
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Grandpa's coming down this year and it might be his last. |
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Why Mom? You say that every time. |
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It seem that he's been dying ever since I was nine. |
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I don't mean no disrespect because he's old and mean. |
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But how come we invite him when he always makes a scene? |
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Tell me |
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Why does, he hit me with his cane? |
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And why should I get him a gift if he doesn't know my name? |
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How come, he always calls me "Kate" |
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And forgets his dentures on his dinner plate? |
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This could be Grandpa's last Christmas |
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That's what Mother said. |
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This could be Grandpa's last Christmas |
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And soon he might be dead, so be nice. |
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What can I say to someone 300 years old? |
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When he seems so content staring at the jello mold. |
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Please Mom, let me go out and play |
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Or soon I will go deaf like him from hearing him complain. |
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I know, his life's been long and hard |
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But he deserves some quiet and peace in a nice graveyard |
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Grandpa, I love you just the same |
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But I know that you won't be happy until you drive us all insane |
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This could be Grandpa's last Christmas |
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That's what Mother said. |
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This could be Grandpa's last Christmas |
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And soon he might be dead, so be nice. |
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Be nice...to Grandpa...cuz he's old....and he smells, |
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And he's gonna die soon...be nice to Grandpa |
