by Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe
Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three 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 changed my very lifeFor my daughter was my mother, 'cause 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. My 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 that also made him brother To the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my step-mother. My father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run And he became my grand-child, '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. If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw (This has got to be the strangest thing I ever saw) As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa. Chorus I'm my own grandpa I'm my own grandpa It sounds funny I know but it really is so Oh, I'm my own grandpa. The Genealogical area is sponsored by Wizard Workshop and Company and maintained by Paul Stoneburner. |
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