Not The Bloody Grandkids Again

© John Tubridy 2013



I’ve worked hard all my life, raised my kids love my wife
Now it’s time to settle down at last
Enjoy the fruits I’ve sown, love to travel far from home
What more contentment could you ask?

Just when things are fine and the days are yours and mine
It’s coffee in the morning then a snooze
Get to walk along the beach, watch the news and sport in peace
Then we get the call we can’t refuse

Not the bloody grandkids again. Not the bloody grandkids again
They’re a joy and a delight but I love my peace and quiet
Not the bloody grandkids again

I go to all their games, I can even spell their names
I remember their birthdays every year
And each of them is special, though each can be a devil
That is why I say when they can’t hear

Not the bloody grandkids again. Not the bloody grandkids again
They’re a joy and a delight but I love my peace and quiet
Not the bloody grandkids again

And when they’re grown and busy and living in the city
We like to call around to say hello
Though they said they would be home, we find ourselves alone
Then from inside we hear a voice we know

Not grandma and grandad again. Not grandma and grandad again
They’re a joy and a delight but we love our peace and quiet
Not grandma and grandad again

And as I lay me down to rest dressed in my Sunday best
Never have I been quite so serene
But there’s a banging on the coffin, someone’s there, someone’s knocking
And I can only guess who it might be

Not the bloody grandkids again. Not the bloody grandkids again
They’re a joy and a delight but I love my peace and quiet
Not the bloody grandkids again