Whose Grandma?!? Lyrics

Whose Grandma

Whose Grandmother

Whose Grandma is barely hanging on

Whose Grandma

Whose Grandmother

Whose Grandma is buried in my friends backyard

He always wanted space for a swimming pool

Maybe even build a shed to hold all his tools

A perfect patch of grass for a slip n slide

Where he can take his John Deere out for a ride

All these things could have been possible

But instead the prime real estate in his yard is full

Whose Grandma

Whose Grandmother

Whose Grandma is barely hanging on

Whose Grandma

Whose Grandmother

Whose Grandma is buried in my friends backyard

He longed for the days of dominating corn hole

Perfecting the science of letting that bocci roll

A wonderful space for all of his hopscotch dreams

A spot for giant Jenga and his croquet team

All these things could have been possible

But instead the prime real estate in his yard is full

There is no room for frisbee golf, or ladder toss, or drinking booze

No room for capture the flag and no room for throwing horses shoes

Where is he supposed to kick the can and show off his double dutch skills

He wanted to play volleyball but now doubts that he ever will

The number of bodies should be nil, when passing by he feels a chill

A normal death or was she killed? Nobody knows but she's there still

Instead of a place for a grill, he has a lady in a hill

Inside of her human landfill, that's where she will remain until

Oh I don't know, probably forever

Whose Grandma

Whose Grandmother

Whose Grandma is barely hanging on

Whose Grandma

Whose Grandmother

Whose Grandma is buried in my friends backyard