Grandma’s on the dancefloor
Shaking what she’s got.
If it don’t shake, it wobbles,
And boy, does it wobble a lot.
The old moves don’t come easy
Even though she’s got new hips.
She swings them almost freely now,
And you can barely hear them click.
Grandad’s in the corner,
Sipping on his beer.
Will he shake his booty?
My Grandad – No fear!
Grandma means the world to him,
And he’s her Mr. Right.
He’s the one who’ll walk her home,
The one she’ll kiss goodnight.
My sister just got married,
And the party’s in full sway.
She’s hand in hand with Grandma
Twisting the night away.
Sister pulls Gran closer
To make sure that she’s listening.
Then Grandma stops and shouts aloud
“We’re going to have a Christening.”