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I have a dear old Grandpa \r
For whom I nightly pray\r
He has a set of whiskers\r
Theyre always in the way\r
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Oh, theyre always in the way\r
The cows eat them for hay\r
They hide the dirt on Grandpas shirt\r
Theyre always in the way\r
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My Grandpa was a soldier\r
He fooled the enemy\r
He wrapped his whiskers round him\r
They thought he was a tree\r
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Chorus\r
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My Grandpa was a swimmer\r
No bathing suit for him\r
He tied his whiskers round his waist\r
And then he dove right in\r
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Chorus\r
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My Grandpa had a strong back\r
Now its all caved in\r
He stepped upon his whiskers\r
And walked up to his chin\r
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Chorus\r
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I have a dear old Grandma\r
She likes his whiskers too\r
She uses them for dusting\r
And cleaning out the flue
