Don't bother grandma 'cause she's rightnOr you'll be in some messnI see how you see her, creaky bones,nBitchin' 'bout IRSnnWell take a look child, through this photo albumnJust think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadiumnNineteen forty-eightnnWell now you'll graduate and you thinknYou're going to move out nownI will congratulate you as soonnAs you pay your own waynnNot tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloonnYour alimony check won't buy a bigger roomnOr a new carnnDon't ever think about comin' 'round herenWith that junior from up the streetnHis sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile,nHat pulled below his eyesnThat boy is trouble in his sleepnnYou got your father's wreckless charm, babenLong as you givin', some body takenWell, every story is not the gospel, babenLet me put it in another waynEvery valley is not a lakennBefore I let you go with your friends,nGot one more thing to saynYou think my love is tough, should've seennYour grandma in her daynnOh, use your wits child,n'Cause nothing stays the samenIn forty years my song will be public domainnOh oh ohnnSharp top, quick switchnSharp top, quick switchnnWell makenMy own apology bad