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 IRS      Well take a look child, through this photo album   Just think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadium   Nineteen forty-eight      Well 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 way      Not tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon   Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room   Or a new car      Don't ever think about comin' 'round here   With that junoir from up the street   His sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile,   Hat pulled below his eyes   That boy is trouble in his sleep      You 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 lake      Before 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 day      Oh, use your wits child,   'Cause nothing stays the same   In forty years my song will be public domain   Oh oh oh      Sharp top, quick switch   Sharp top, quick switch      Well make   My own apology bad