Lyrics\r<br>\r<br>I have a dear old Grandpa \r<br>For whom I nightly pray\r<br>He has a set of whiskers\r<br>Theyre always in the way\r<br>\r<br>Chorus\r<br>Oh, theyre always in the way\r<br>The cows eat them for hay\r<br>They hide the dirt on Grandpas shirt\r<br>Theyre always in the way\r<br>\r<br>My Grandpa was a soldier\r<br>He fooled the enemy\r<br>He wrapped his whiskers round him\r<br>They thought he was a tree\r<br>\r<br>Chorus\r<br>\r<br>My Grandpa was a swimmer\r<br>No bathing suit for him\r<br>He tied his whiskers round his waist\r<br>And then he dove right in\r<br>\r<br>Chorus\r<br>\r<br>My Grandpa had a strong back\r<br>Now its all caved in\r<br>He stepped upon his whiskers\r<br>And walked up to his chin\r<br>\r<br>Chorus\r<br>\r<br>I have a dear old Grandma\r<br>She likes his whiskers too\r<br>She uses them for dusting\r<br>And cleaning out the flue
