G
Granny's in the cellar
C
Lordy, can't you smell her?
G D
Cooking biscuits on her darn ol dirty stove
G
In her eyes there is some matter
C
That keeps dripping in the batter
G D G
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- runs down her nose
C
Down her nose, down her nose
G
Down her nose, down her nose
G C D
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- runs down her nose
Granny's in the cellar.
Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,
Cooking Grits on that darn old greasy stove.
On her belly, there's some zits that keep poppin' in the grits,
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- drips down her nose.
Granny's in the cellar.
Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,
Cooking Crabs on that darn old greasy stove.
On her elbow, there's some scabs that keep fallin' in the crabs,
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- drips down her nose.
Granny's in the cellar.
Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,
Cooking Fries on that darn old greasy stove.
On her belly there's a boil that keeps oozin' in the oil,
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- drips down her nose.
Granny's in the cellar.
Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,
Cooking Rice on that darn old greasy stove.
In her hair there is some lice that keep jumpin' in the rice,
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- drips down her nose.
Granny's in the cellar.
Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,
Cooking Cobbler on that darn old greasy stove.
Her glass eye is a wobbler and keeps fallin' in the cobbler,
And she whistles while the -SNIFF- drips down her nose.
