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Many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in love with her, and soon they too were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and really changed my life,
now my daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
and he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild,
and every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild.
Cause now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
as husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
Oh, I'm my own grandpa.
I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds funny I know but it really is so,
oh, I'm my own grandpa
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in love with her, and soon they too were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and really changed my life,
now my daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
and he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild,
and every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild.
Cause now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
as husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
Oh, I'm my own grandpa.
I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds funny I know but it really is so,
oh, I'm my own grandpa
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Hace muchos, muchos años, cuando tenía veintitrés, me casaba con una viuda, más guapa no podía haber. Esa viuda tenía una hija adulta que tenía el pelo rojo, mi padre se enamoró de ella, y pronto ellos también eran casados. Eso hizo mi padre mi yerno, y cambió mi vida, ahora mi hija era mi madre, porque era la mujer de mi padre. Para complicar el asunto, aunque también me alegró, pronto me hice padre de un bonito hijo. Mi bebé tan pequeño ahora era cuñado de mi padre, y así era mi tío, aunque me entristeció. Por si él era mi tío, también era el hermano de la hija adulta de la viuda, que por cierto era mi madrastra. La mujer de mi padre luego tenía un hijo también, y era mi nieto, por ser el niño de mi hija. Mi mujer ahora es la madre de mi madre, y eso me hace triste, porque aunque es mi mujer, es también mi abuela. Ahora si mi mujer es mi abuela, luego soy su nieto, y siempre que lo pienso, casi me vuelvo loco. Porque ahora soy el caso más raro que jamás existió, como marido de mi abuela, ¡yo soy mi abuelo! Oh, yo mismo soy mi abuelo. Yo mismo soy mi abuelo. Parece mentira lo sé, pero juro que es así, oh, yo mismo soy mi abuelo. Lápiz y papel, y a hacer esquemas... |
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