X: My Excellent Grammy
My Excellent Grammy
(To the tune “Cripple Creekâ€)
DÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â GÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â D
An excess of x’s is all that I see,
GÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â AÂ Â Â Â Â Â D
Examining the creases on my excellent Grammy.
GÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â D
No loops no squiggles, just x’s all over.
GÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â AÂ Â Â Â D
Grammy don’t know it, but she’s x’ed up all over.
The other day I teased her, she didn’t seem to mind.
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Next thing I knew, she’d paddled my behind.
I learned you don’t talk about x’s on folks,
AÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â D
Just stick to exciting and excellent jokes.

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May 30, 2007 at 9:04 pm Permalink
We love this song!!