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Iím My Own Grandma

Latham & Jaffe

Many many years ago, when I was 23

I was married to a widower who fell in love with me

That widower had a growed-up daughter who had hair of red

My father fell in love with her, and soon those two were wed.

 

This made may dad my son-in-law, which changed my very life

My daughter was my mother, Ďcause she was my fatherís wife.

To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy

I soon became the mother of a bouncing baby boy.  Oh,

 

Iím my own Grandma,

Iím my own Grandma.

Well, itís crazy I know, but it really is so:

Iím my own Grandma.

 

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,

And so he was my uncle, though it made me very sad.

For if he is my uncle, then that also makes him brother

To the widowerís lovely daughter, who of course is my stepmother!

 

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Fatherís wife then had a child, which kept them on the run,

And he became my grandchild, Ďcause he was my daughterís son.

My husband is my motherís father, and it makes me blue,

For though he is my husband, heís my grandfather too!

 

Now, if heís my grandfather, well, then I am his grandchild,

And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild,

For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw:

As wife to my grandfather, I AM MY OWN GRANDMA, Oh,

 

Chorus

08/28/2012                         Copyright  BardLive Music     2012