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Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right Or you'll be in some mess I see how you see her, creaky bones, Bitchin' 'bout IRS Well take a look child, through this photo album Just think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadium Nineteen forty-eight Well now you'll graduate and you think You're going to move out now I will congratulate you as soon As you pay your own way Not tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room Or a new car Don't ever think about comin' 'round here With that junoir from up the street His sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile, Hat pulled below his eyes That boy is trouble in his sleep You got your father's wreckless charm, babe Long as you givin', some body take SongtexteWell, every story is not the gospel, babe Let me put it in another way Every valley is not a lake Before I let you go with your friends, Got one more thing to say You think my love is tough, should've seen Your grandma in her day Oh, use your wits child, 'Cause nothing stays the same In forty years my song will be public domain Oh oh oh Sharp top, quick switch Sharp top, quick switch Well make My own apology bad (Thanks to Matt for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania