moving in with son

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my son,
and make his life happy and filled with such fun.

I want to pay back all the joy he's provided,
returning each deed. Oh, he'll be so excited.

When I'm an old lady and live with my son, 
I'll write on the wall with red, white and blue
and bounce on the furniture, ya, wearing my shoes.

I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll   stuff all the toilets and oh will he shout.

When I'm an old lady and live with my son,
when he's on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.

Oh, he'll snap his fingers and then shake his head,
and when things get tough I'll hide under the bed.

When I'm an old lady and live with my son,
I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click.
I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick.

I'll take off my socks and throw one away
and play  in the mud until the end of the day.

When I'm an old lady and live with my son
and later in bed I'll lay back and sign
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes
and my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping
and say with a groan, "she's so sweet when she's sleeping."

When I'm and old lady and live with my son.

Please don't forget to sign my guest book before you leave.

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