SOMEBODY'S GRANDMOTHER



There's a little old lady who lives up the street

Her house is so tidy, her house is so neat.

None would suspect it, however they tried

What this little old lady was doin' on the side.



Somebody's grandmother with hair snowy white

The FBI's hot on her trail tonight

She's down in Brazil with the janitor Hank

And the loot from the Kuglesville National Bank



Now the Kuglesville bank had an audit today

And I'm here to tell you there was all Hell to pay

She'd filched all the money in tiny amounts

From over a thousand dormant accounts.



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Twenty three years without a vacation

The president said it showed great dedication

But on that subject, she remained rather mute

She simply smiled sweetly as she piled up the loot



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Children all loved her and grownups would vie

For a piece of her homemade blueberry pie

None suspected, not even Hank

She was juggling the books at the National Bank



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Now she gave to her church, and no thoughts were higher

A voice like an angel was hers in the choir

In her picture window there shines no more light

She is dining in Rio de Janerio tonight



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Sondra Stigen got this song from Doug Dancis



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sung by Faith Petrick

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