A angry old man wrote a lullaby.
He sang the song
to his grand daughter.
His rusty, gone voice stumbling
out a tune about chocolate
ice cream and puppies.
She knew no difference in love
for chocolate ice cream and
the old wrinkled lips
serenading her.
......
What’s it like to have a grandpa…
To know from where you came…
He’ll teach you about your history…
Give you his family name…
He’ll teach you to seek cover…
When there’s a storm in the air…
He’ll help you understand…
That justice isn’t always fair…
......
A angry old man wrote a lullaby.
He sang the song
to his grand daughter.
His rusty, gone voice stumbling
out a tune about chocolate
ice cream and puppies.
She knew no difference in love
for chocolate ice cream and
the old wrinkled lips
serenading her.
......
What’s it like to have a grandpa…
To know from where you came…
He’ll teach you about your history…
Give you his family name…
He’ll teach you to seek cover…
When there’s a storm in the air…
He’ll help you understand…
That justice isn’t always fair…
......