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Grandpa loved his motorboat,
All the days of his life;
Wouldn't trade it for a pot of gold,
Rather part with his wife.
He was up every morning at 5 o'clock,
Fishin' in the cold, cold sea;
But at night when he got home, Grandma said,
"Take your cold, cold hands off of me."
He'd listen to Garner Ted Armstrong,
And he listened to the Sunday news;
He don't care too much 'bout money,
He never heard of Howard Hughes.
And he thinks that workin' on Sunday,
Is the biggest sin of all;
He's got pictures of Oral Roberts,
Hanging up on his wall.
Grandpa loved his motorboat,
All the days of his life;
Wouldn't trade it for a pot of gold,
Rather part with his wife.
He was up every morning at 5 o'clock,
Fishin' in the cold, cold sea;
But at night when he got home, Grandma said,
"Take your cold, cold hands off of me."
He fished in the broad Atlantic,
Rubber boots up to his chin;
He smoked Export tobacco,
Though smoking was a sin.
But since he's done retired,
And given up all that stuff;
He wears suspenders to keep his pants up,
Cuz his belt ain't big enough.
Grandpa loved his motorboat,
All the days of his life;
Wouldn't trade it for a pot of gold,
Rather part with his wife.
He was up every morning at 5 o'clock,
Fishin' in the cold, cold sea;
But at night when he got home, Grandma said,
"Take your cold, cold hands off of me."
Now he'll soon go home to glory,
In the sweet by and by;
He's goin up with a tape to measure the gate,
It's gotta be wide and high.
When Jesus sees him coming,
And forgives all the times he's sinned;
He'll turn right around and head right back down,
If he can't take his motorboat in.
Grandpa loved his motorboat,
All the days of his life;
Wouldn't trade it for a pot of gold,
Rather part with his wife.
He was up every morning at 5 o'clock,
Fishin' in the cold, cold sea;
But at night when he got home, Grandma said,
"Take your cold, cold hands off of me."
