O Pity Me
O pity me, O pity me
The way that grandad dances
It’s certainly, a sight to see
The way that grandad dances
He said to me on Christmas Eve
I’m going out romancing
Now what I see, I can’t believe
My grandad dirty dancing
How can it be at eighty-three
He’s out there taking chances
With every pretty girl he sees
By making lewd advances
If that was me, they’d batter me
They’d knee me in my conkers
But he gets far more girls than me
It’s sending me quite bonkers
Dance floors can be no place for me
In spite of furtive glances
Girls beckon me: Can’t let them see
I dance like grandad dances
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