| 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 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 |