| Back in El Sobrante where the sun don’t shine
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| Near the Iron River past the old church line
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| Lives a hot gal, smells of stale wine
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| We call her greasy granny
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| She’s a hopped up, bopped up, nor-cal witch
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| She’s a slap down, cranked up two ball bitch
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| She’s stone wash denim if she’s wearing a stitch
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| We love our greasy granny
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| Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny
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| Separate your mind from your body
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| Granny’s house is hotter than an old Moose Club
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| She’s cooking up the gravy in a claw foot tub
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| Waiting in the kitchen you can get a back rub from old greasy granny
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| Greasy granny’s gravy, it’ll make you sing
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| It’ll shrivel up your pecker, make your nostrils sting
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| Rot out your teeth and make your left ear ring
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| We love our greasy granny
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| Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny
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| Separate your mind from your body
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| Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny
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| Separate your mind from your body |