When I was a little boy
I'd sit on my grandmas knee
She told me stories 'bout the good old days
This is what she said to me
Everybody had a job
Everyone believed in God
You'd spoil a child when used feather rag
Oh yeah, and a Holocaust never happened
Grandma was a racist
And she scared me to death
With soft blue eyes,
And a gentle smile...
Oooohhhhhh, She talked just like Hitler
She missed the days when she watched milton burn
back when merriage was between a boy and girl
And the civilised and gentle world
But most of all
She missed japanese something camps
I'd sit on my grandmas knee
She told me stories 'bout the good old days
This is what she said to me
Everybody had a job
Everyone believed in God
You'd spoil a child when used feather rag
Oh yeah, and a Holocaust never happened
Grandma was a racist
And she scared me to death
With soft blue eyes,
And a gentle smile...
Oooohhhhhh, She talked just like Hitler
She missed the days when she watched milton burn
back when merriage was between a boy and girl
And the civilised and gentle world
But most of all
She missed japanese something camps