Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Contributed by Hazukashii, Samurai HHH

Granny’s in the cellar, Lordy can’t ya smell her, Making biscuits on that goldarn dirty stove. In her eyes she got this matter, That keeps drippin in the batter, And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

Down her nose … Down her nose. And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose. In her eyes she’s got this matter, That keeps drippin in the batter, And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

Granny’s in the cellar, Lordy can’t ya smell her, Making grits on that goldarn dirty stove. On her face she’s got these zits, That keep poppin in the grits, And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

Down her nose … Down her nose. And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose. On her face she’s got these zits, That keep poppin in the grits, And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

Granny’s in the cellar, Lordy can’t ya smell her, Making wheat germ on that goldarn dirty stove. In her mouth she’s got this sperm, She keeps spittin in the wheat germ, And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

Down her nose … Down her nose. And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose. In her mouth she’s got this sperm, She keeps spittin in the wheat germ, And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.