Big Bad Good

Baby your clothes are too big for me,
and maybe your jokes are too bad for me,
but honey you taste so good to me,
yeah honey you taste to good for me.
Big bad bad bad good,
big bad bad bad good,
big bad bad bad good,
big bad bad bad good
I grew into my grandma’s fur
she swam from (…) all the way up to (…)
My grandpa crossed the Greenland ice,
Ay! His horse along the way on,
the long long way on,
the long long way.
My father, my hard searching father
fixes broken hearts
fixes broke down hearts
but you can’t fix mine.
A very lonely grandpa,
delivering the mail,
one day God saved
Oh the twin-sister Grandma
was