Day after day she's more confused,
You could see the light through her poor old brain.
You know granny's mind, it's takin a snooze-
And she's talking strange, aint it a shame?

She used to beat boys and tan my hide,
Now she gets lost when she goes outside
And drifts away.
"Come get your treat, boys", she used to say,
When we got close she'd make us stay,
And riff away

Won't you take her away??

Caring for her is a waste of time,
She don't understand a thing I do.
When she freaks out she's so unkind,
But she can't count to two,
So I carry her through.

She used to nag me about my hair,
Now she gets lost and she just don't care
She drifts away...
She can't remember her name or the date,
But just let me be five minutes late
And she riffs away.

And when her mind is freaked,
You know she really can be moody.
But when her lips are blue,
I think her death is gonna soothe me:

(I'll say:) "Thanks for the damage you've done to me.
I want you to know I believe that it's wrong.
Abusive, reclusive, and downright mean..
You've shown me the funk
In dysfunctional."

She used to beat boys and tan my hide
Now she gets lost when she goes outside
And drifts away.
Ain't it a cheat boys that she's so rich
I have to be nice to the mean old b----
When she riffs away?