My grandpa was a tough man
He said «Don’t you touch my stuff»
Aha
He was drunk
Had a bad back and oh it hurt so much
But when he was a young man he would smuggle stuff in trains
And then he would buy pianos for the big bad bands to rent.
My grandma was a sad old lady sitting on her chair
Aha
And i was just a little boy
Combing her white hair
But when she was a young girl she would dance to merry tunes
Well now, God knows when in life she got all sucked up by the blues.
And as they all lived in a house
They called themselves a family
And Mamma played the piano
And my Uncle started drinking deep
And early, too.
