grandpa...i'm a boy...and don't enjoy
dealing with you, dude, cause you're such a big pain all day
and you don't shave your face...a big disgrace
gnarly gray whiskers all over the place

singing..he's an...he's an...old dude...he's an...he's an...old dude

grandpa was a young man...hard man...now he stains his sheets
he'll be leaving this world someday...he's got crud on his face
he hates this place...weaving his wheelchair all over the place

he's an...he's an...old dude...singing...he's an..he's an..old dude

grandpa is an old man...tired man...pleading with his eyes
gonna find him some peace, someday...he's tired of the race
can't take the pace...he'd be better off in some leisure world place

he's an...he's an...old dude...singing...he's an...he's an...ol dude
aging body...he's an...he's an...old dude...he's an..he's an...old dude
alright

he's paid his dues...lived a long time
he may be senile...cause he's way past his prime
how my heart breaks...to see him blue
he's had his share of woe...he's been disgraced...he's almost through
but he seems to go on and on and on and on

he is my grandpa...and friend..but he keeps on hoping for the end
he is my grandpa...he is my grandpa
his grip he's losing...but he's the best grandpa..in the world

he often falls down...can't rise when he falls
he thinks that life is torture and he says "the hell with it"
he starts to bawl...and he's got tuberculosis..pills he must use
it must be a challenge to him everyday and he can't be amused
but he seems to go on and on and on and on

he is my grandpa...and friend..but he keeps on hoping for the end
he is my grandpa...he is my grandpa
his grip he's losing...but he's the best grandpa..in the world