I never seen Grandfather look as pale as he did last night,
Never seen his face so white.
I did notice a look of fright when he loosened his pants,
When he gave me that glance,
Altering his stance.

Well he hasn't moved an inch this morning,
And he's been sitting in this same chair for a while,
With that same smile,
Maybe he's dead,
There's a chance he could be.
(Not just asleep)
Come over here,
Nudge him and see,
Glad it's him, not me.
I thought you should now,
That Grandpa might have died,
He may still wake up yet,
But he just ain't looking right.

We should have listened when Grandfather said he wasn't feeling alright,
He said his chest was tight,
Blood pressure raising.
But everyone just kissed him good-night and patted him on the head,
Mom said, "Take your meds,
And get yourself to bed."

Now his cheeks look a little sunken,
And I see some cobwebs forming in his eyes,
Its no surprise...

Maybe he's dead,
It's sure looking bleak.
(He's not asleep)
Look over dear,
Just take a peak,
Before he starts to reek,
We've got to know,
If grandfather has died,
How much you wanna bet?
He passed away last night.

Maybe he's dead,
Maybe he's dead,
Maybe he's dead.

(Pop, we love you)