I’ve Got A Thing About Seeing My Grandson Grow Old

I buy the nicest things from a super market store
Vitamin-land in marzipan and I know just what they’re all for.
I’ve organized my useless life in a way I’ve never done before
Even visit the dentist now.

But I’ve got no time for silly chitter-chatter
I’m on my way.
‘Cause while my blood’s still warm and my mind doesn’t matter,
I’m hoping to stay
Because I’ve got a thing about seeing my grandson grow old, oh, oh.

I just can’t wait to see that city on the moon,
With air conditioned gardens that’ll play your favourite tune.
I’ll see my feet upon that street if it’s the last thing that I do
Even sweep the roads to be there.

But I’ve got no time for silly chitter-chatter
I’m on my way
‘Cause while my blood’s still warm and my mind doesn’t matter
I’m hoping to stay
Because I’ve got a thing about seeing my grandson grow old, oh, oh,
Oh, oh.

I’ll see my feet upon that street if it’s the last thing that I do
Even sweep the roads to be there.

But I’ve got no time for silly chitter-chatter
I’m on my way
‘Cause while my blood’s still warm and my mind doesn’t matter
I’m hoping to stay
Because I’ve got a thing about seeing my grandson grow old, oh, oh,
Oh, oh.