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SOMEBODY'S GRANDMOTHER (Charlie King/Lu Mitchell) There's a quiet old lady who lives up the street Her house is so tidy, her house is so neat. None would suspect it, how hard they might try What this little old lady was doin' on the sly. Somebody's grandmother with hair snowy white The FBI's hot on her trail tonight She's down in Brazil with the janitor Hank And the loot from the Kuglesville National Bank Now the Kuglesville bank had an audit today And I'm here to tell you there was all Hell to pay She'd filched all the money in tiny amounts From over a thousand dormant accounts. Twenty three years without a vacation The president said it showed great dedication But on that subject, she remained rather mute She simply smiled sweetly as she piled up the loot Children all loved her and grownups would vie For a piece of her homemade blueberry pie None suspected, not even Hank She was juggling the books at the National Bank Now she gave to her church, and no thoughts were higher A voice like an angel was hers in the choir In her picture window there shines no more light She is dining in Rio de Janerio tonight ----------------------------------------------------------------- @aging @outlaw @work Copyright Charlie King 1982, Lu Mitchell (words) 1966 sung by Faith Petrick filename[ SOMGRAND TUNE FILE: SOMGRAND CLICK TO PLAY DC |
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