Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right 
Or you'll be in some mess 
I see how you see her, creaky bones, 
Bitchin' 'bout IRS 

Well take a look child, through this photo album 
Just think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadium 
Nineteen forty-eight 

Well now you'll graduate and you think 
You're going to move out now 
I will congratulate you as soon 
As you pay your own way 

Not tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon 
Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room 
Or a new car 

Don't ever think about comin' 'round here 
With that junoir from up the street 
His sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile, 
Hat pulled below his eyes 
That boy is trouble in his sleep 

You got your father's wreckless charm, babe 
Long as you givin', some body take 
Well, every story is not the gospel, babe 
Let me put it in another way 
Every valley is not a lake 

Before I let you go with your friends, 
Got one more thing to say 
You think my love is tough, should've seen 
Your grandma in her day 

Oh, use your wits child, 
'Cause nothing stays the same 
In forty years my song will be public domain 
Oh oh oh 

Sharp top, quick switch 
Sharp top, quick switch 

Well make 
My own apology bad