Grandma Says Grandma says put down that guitar That guitar won't get you far It might just bring you misery Rough seas uncertainty Grandma says put down that paintbrush That brush won't get you much Why not stick to painting by numbers? Numbers you can count on Numbers you can count on Like one plus one is two Till death do us part A formula to stick to Stay away from the edge Don't stray from the path If you Keep painting rough seas Then rough seas might follow you Grandma says take off those DM boots Why not try on a sharp suit? That you can judge a man by his watch and shoes You could be somebody To Rely on Grandma says get a nine to five That routine will help you strive Toward a functional family You don't want a dysfunctional family Grandma says take it from one who knows That's how the story goes He waved farewell at the harbor Aboard an oceanic liner Playing his guitar sweet melody Into the sunset Out to sea It set off It set off As the ripples, they grew larger The ship disappeared into the sun Those ripples hit the harbor Last traces of their father I can see their sad faces Amidst the silence and the sun The old world had left the harbor The new world had just begun As I put sugar into my tea Those ripples they remind me Whilst I'm filling in my job search diary I wonder what the adviser can advise me Perhaps they will be wise like Grandma With advice on life's mystery Teach me that ripples out at sea Reach us eventually Grandma says put down that guitar That guitar won't get you far It might just bring you misery Rough seas uncertainty
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AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |