Back in El Sobrante where the sun don't shine.
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Near the Iron River past the old church line
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Lives a hot gal, smells of stale wine
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We call her greasy granny
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She's a hopped up, bopped up, nor-cal witch
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She's a slap down, cranked up two ball bitch
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She's stone wash denim if she's wearing a stitch
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We love our greasy granny
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Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny
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Separate your mind from your body
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Granny's house is hotter than an old Moose Club
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She's cooking up the gravy in a claw foot tub
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Waiting in the kitchen you can get a back rub from old greasy granny
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Greasy granny's gravy, it'll make you sing
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It'll shrivel up your pecker, make your nostrils sting
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Rot out your teeth and make your left ear ring
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We love our greasy granny
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Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny
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Separate your mind from your body
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Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny
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Separate your mind from your body
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Greasy Granny's Gopher Gravy Pt. 2
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| Gov't Mule |
