If your from the Midwest, a good heart was meant to bleed

Try and help your neighbor, when you see a need

Momma always told me, the old folks could use a hand

So for a summer job, I did the best I can



Grandpa mosys off every Sunday morning

Loads that special bleed into his pipe

He'll take off, without a warning

But he'll show up at supper time



The head nurse is callous, proper conservative

She scolds those poor old folks, says it's what they need

Says they are like children, the discipline is good

Rules with an iron fist, that much is understood



Grandpa mosys off every Sunday morning

Loads that special blend into his pipe

He'll take off, without a warning

But he'll show up at supper time



We plan rebellion, we drove them to the sea

You know it feels so good to have sand between your feet

Baptized by God's great waters this could be the last time

That's how I lost my job, but I think I did what's right



Grandpa mosys off every Sunday morning

Loads that special bleed into his pipe

He'll take off, without a warning

But he'll show up at supper time

But he'll show up at supper time

But he'll show up, at supper time