The Granny Gang

Here's a story about a gang of grannies Who knocked over a panty hose store They were nothing, without their support hose And they wasn't gonna take it anymore Late one night, at an old folks home A few grannies, were hatching a plan Their varicose veins was in their way Of catching themselves another man So they decided, enough was enough And, they'd reclaim, their feminine wiles And there happened to be, a panty hose store Down the road, just a couple of miles Now, if they got caught, what would it matter? Cause, it was a very small price to pay And even if they gave them life in prison Well, that was only just a couple more days Now, the leader of the gang, was ninety years old Cause she had done this once before She'd served a little time in a granny prison For knocking over a false teeth store Now their purses, were their weapon of choice Cause, that's something they knew how to use And if you've ever been hit, by a granny purse Then you know, how it can leave a bruise Anyway, off they went, to claim their prize For, it was much too late to turn back Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers Carrying their purses and a burlap sack To make a long story short, they pulled it off Just in time for the old folks dance And you better believe those grannies looked sharp In their support hose and pink hot pants