| It’s gonna be a long while
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| It’s gonna be a long, long while
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| Gonna be a long while, living
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| A sad, sad day
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| When he finally goes away
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| There’s gonna be a deli tray
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| And some tears
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| But it could be years
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| Everybody’s lining up
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| To get a piece of grandpa’s stuff
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| If you think that living’s tough
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| Dying’s worse
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| It’s gonna be a long while
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| It’s gonna be a long, long while
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| It’s gonna be a long while, living
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| It only takes a little slip
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| For him to fall and break his hip
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| And then it’s just a downhill trip
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| To his grave
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| Embalmed and shaved
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| Sister wants the figurines
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| Brother wants the fax machine
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| Mother thinks it’s all obscene
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| 'Cause she’ll be next
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| But it’s gonna be a long while
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| It’s gonna be a long, long while
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| It’s gonna be a long while, living
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| Beneath the chatter no one heard
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| The old man’s final dying words
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| He lay alone so pale and small
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| And whispered, «How I hate you all»
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| His life is not what I would call living
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| Wait until
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| The lawyer finally reads the will
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| Circling above their kill
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| Everyone will be stunned
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| He gave it all to charity
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| Dangled like a carrot, he
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| Decided not to share it, we
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| Should have known
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| Grandpa’s gonna be a long while
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| Gonna be a long, long while
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| Gonna be a long while, living
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| Grandpa’s gonna be long while
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| Gonna be a long, long while
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| It’s gonna be a long while, living
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| Long while,
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| Gonna be a long, long while, living
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| Long while,
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| Oh he’s gonna be a long, long while,
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| Gonna be a long while, living. |