Swing That Skirt Grandma D
She was lady of Charpay.
She dressed formally every day.
Most of us called her Great Grandma Doll.
At one time she had been a gangster’s moll.
Swing that skirt, Grandma D.
Flash those gams, and wink at me.
Go back to Chicago, you sweet young moll.
Your gangster is waiting – handsome and tall.
Charpay had nothing on Great Grandma Doll
Dressed to the nines, so brassy and tall.
Her jewelry was totally glitzy
Her clothes pranced forth so ritzy
Swing that skirt, Grandma D.
Flash those gams, and wink at me.
Go back to Chicago, you sweet young moll.
Your gangster is waiting – handsome and tall.
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