- Granny’s in the cellar,
Lordy, can’t you smell her?
Making sourdough biscuits on the stove.
Her eyes are dripping matter,
And its falling in the batter,
And the (sniff) is running down her nose.
Down her nose,
Down her nose.
The (sniff) is running down her nose.
Her eyes are dripping matter,
And its falling in the batter,
And the (sniff) is running down her nose.
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