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[Intro] C [Verse]
CMom says, Gput on your Christmas best. CGrandpa's coming down this year and Git might be his last. CWhy Mom? You Gsay that every time. CIt seems that he's been dying Gever since I was nine. DI don't mean no disrespect Abecause he's old and mean. DBut how come we invite him when he Aalways makes a scene? Tell me Cwhy does, he Ghit me with his cane? And Cwhy should I get him a gift if Ghe don't know my name? CHow come, he Galways calls me "Kate" CAnd forgets his dentures Gon his dinner plate?
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This could be FGrandpa's last Christmas CThat's what Mother said FGrandpa's last Christmas GAnd soon he might be dead, Cso be nice GBe nice to CGrandpa
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CWhat can I say to someone G300 years old? WChen he seems so content staring Gat the jello mold CPlease Mom, let Gme go out and play COr soon I will go deaf like him from Ghearing him complain
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CI know, his Glife's been long and hard And he dCeserves some quiet peace Gin a nice graveyard CGrandpa, I Glove you just the same CBut I know you won't be happy 'til you Gdrive us all insane
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This could be FGrandpa's last Christmas CThat's what Mother said FGrandpa's last Christmas GAnd soon he might be dead, Cso be nice GBe nice to CGrandpa Cause he's Gold and he sCmells And he's Ggonna die Csoon Be Gnice to CGrandpa