Perry Campanella

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Grandma Was

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
Of those Mississippi blues...
Step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
All through the kitchen, dancin'...
For she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...For a new... Hair do,...
She was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
Those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all that booze,
While that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
Good ole...mississip-pi blues,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
Holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
sounds, - And...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)