Many, many years ago when I was seventeen I was married to a widow who    was pretty as could be This widow had a grown up daughter who had hair   of red My father fell in love with her and soon they, too, were wed      This made my dad my son-in-law and it changed my very life   For my daughter was my mother though she was my father's wife   To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy   I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy      This little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad   And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad   For if he was my uncle then it also made him brother   To the widow's grown up daughter who, of course, was my stepmother      I am my own grandpaw   Yes, I am my own grandpaw   It sounds funny, I know   But it really is so   I am my own grandpaw      Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run   And he became my grandchild 'cause he was my daughter's son   My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue   Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too      And if my wife is my grandmother, I am her grandchild   And everytime I think of it, oh, it nearly drives me wild   For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw   As husband to my grandmother, I am my own grandpaw,... oh ...      I am my own grandpaw   Yes, I am my own grandpaw   It sounds funny, I know   But it really is so   I am my own grandpaw