Through with life, my dear grandma was R.I.P.
I knew she was dead, alright
Saturday, this dapper lad was on TV
Said he spoke to her last night

You're back with your B.S. , for sure
You don't know how sucky you are, John
Back with your B.S......back with your B.S.
Back with your B.S. , for sure

She's been dead so long that bugs have chewed her face
She has been reduced to bones
John says, stop your sorrow, that is not the case
Last night she was on the phone

You're back with your B.S. , for sure
You don't know how sucky you are, John
Back with your B.S......back with your B.S.
Back with your B.S. , for sure

All humans die when their flesh wears out
They leave their force behind
And restless souls often scream and shout
The dead are always on my ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mind

Show biz is what Mr. Edwards' all about
Don't be taken by his charm
You provide the answers he is "bringing out"
He can smell when he gets warm

You're back with your B.S. , for sure
You don't know how sucky you are, John
Back with your B.S......back with your B.S.
Back with your B.S. , for sure