CHORUS Grandpa got runned over by a John Deere Walking home from the Moose Lodge Christmas Eve. Now you can say there's no such thing as Santa, But after suing John Deere, I believe... He'd been a-guzzlin' old Jack Daniels And smokin' that wacky weed- He mixed it with his medication And run off with some bleach-blonde named Bernice. When we found him Christmas mornin' We thought he had a heart attack. But he had tar prints on his forehead And incriminatin' hickies on his neck. (ON HIS WHAT?) CHORUS But we're all ashamed of Grandpa. He took Grandma's death too well. Started watchin' porno movies And engaging in phone sex with Cousin Belle. It's a better Christmas without Grandpa Last year in church, he mooned the choir. At first, we thought it was Alzheimer's, But looking back, we realized he was wired. CHORUS Yeah, I filed myself a lawsuit And they awarded me two mil. You know Grandpa didn't leave me nuthin', But thanks to that old John Deere, he got killed. Funny, all my friends and neigh-bras Turned up on the grand jury, (Laughs) I bribed 'em like Johnny Cochran Did when they set O.J. Simpson free. GUIL-TY! CHORUS (x2)