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 IRSWell take a look child, through this photo album
Just think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadium
Nineteen forty-eightWell 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 wayNot tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon
Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room
Or a new carDon't ever think about comin' 'round here
With that junior from up the street
His sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile,
Hat pulled below his eyes
That boy is trouble in his sleepYou got your father's wreckless charm, babe
Long as you givin', some body take
Well, every story is not the gospel, babe
Let me put it in another way
Every valley is not a lakeBefore 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 dayOh, use your wits child,
'Cause nothing stays the same
In forty years my song will be public domain
Oh oh ohSharp top, quick switch
Sharp top, quick switchWell make
My own apology bad
Songwriters
NATHAN WILLETT, MATTHEW MAUST, JONATHAN RUSSELL, MATTHEW AVEIROPublished by
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