Yo
My names Hollis
Yea
Uh
Some say I’m flawless
Others claim I’m lawless
But no matter what they call us
We’re so cold they can’t thaw us
Listen
I like my heels and I like my stickers
Me and papaw go to school to get sicker
I like my Stella dog and all her rolls
Me and papaw have mommy clip our toes
Toes
Toes
Toes
T t t toes!
(Stella! Don’t eat my clippings!)
Okay okay okay
Play me some boogie wonderland
Papaw and me will DANCE!
Boogie
Uh
Wonderland
Play me some Pink Floyd
You’ll see me singin with my boy
(We don’t need no… EDUCATION!)
(All in all
Brothers just another papaw)
I love papaw
He’s cute and sweet
don’t play candy land with him
That old man likes to cheat
He’s got an old man gait
And an old man demeanor
If you ask him “where’s Hollis”
He’ll say he hasn’t seen her
He’s a wise old soul with eyes of a mole
Papaw!
Go papaw! Go papaw! Go papaw!
Just look at him dance
He wiggles his old man booty whenever there’s a chance
Papaw picks pickles from the pantry all day
He picks the ones that plop at the bottom of the jar, glass not clay
The pickle papaw picks ain’t a pepper can’t you see?
Papaws pickles must be perfect: Playful, powerful, pleasant and polite.
They must use their manners please and thank you before he takes a bite.
(Hear the pickle say, “ahhh please papaw PLEASE! No!!!)
Papaw hears those manners and its music to his ears.
Was it pleasant pickle manners or panic pickle fears?
Papaw takes a bite
Something ain’t quite right
The pickle papaw picked for a penny from the pantry- pleaded “please pinch me… I must be dreaming- is he dippin me in ranchery?”
Papaw ate him anyway and Hollis screamed “SPIT IT OUT”
She pried his jowls open til the pickle was nowhere about
Hollis said: “now pickin penny pickles is just fine if their passive.
But this one prayed and pleaded something massive”
“You ought to be ashamed papaw, I know you got dementia
But when you hear a cry for help… urg! I just wanna pinch ya!!”
Papaw and his pickles
Hollis with her heels
Papaw don’t like tickles
And Hollis don’t like seals (ORRRt ORRRt!)
Papaws pleasant pickles panic
Hollis’ hefty heels hop
Papaw eats em like he’s going manic
Hollis wears heels for a prop. She really needs to stop. One of these days an ankles gonna pop…
POP…
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
(Hollis are you okay?)
(“I’m FINE papaw!”)
Poor papaw…
He was just checking on her…
Papaw poots (frrrrruuurrrrhhhmp)
Papaw hoots (haaaahaaaaa)
Hollis is mad.
That smells bad!
“Ew someone light a candle!”
“Papaw pooped his pants! I can’t handle.”
Papaw smiles
It lingers a while
After the dust settles
Papaw picks flower pedals
Hands them to his sister
Somehow he missed her
He fell to the ground
With a hip breaking sound
Poor poor papaw
(He just pooted in his pants)
Poor poor papaw
(Now he can’t even dance)
Poor
Poor…
Papaw….
Poor. Poor. Papaw…
We out. Gotta go to the hospital to see our papaw. “Might need a doctors note. You think I’ll get a doctors note?”
Papaw! We’re comin!
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