Lyrics:

[Intro]
Two - three - four
Aye, aye

[Verse 1]
He wears black jeans and a class t-shirt
His combat boots are covered with dirt
When he plays guitar his amp’s up loud
He ain’t dead yet, he still draw a crowd

[Chorus]
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
His hair, what’s left grows down to his socks
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
He listens to the stones by the waterfront docks

[Verse 2]
Aye
He likes cold beers and good red wine
Single malt whisky, it’ll do just fine
His old turntable’s full of scratched 45’s
He ain’t afraid of dying he just likes to be alive, yeah

[Chorus]
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
He ain’t quite ready for the pine top box
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
He loves him a woman who’s an old grey fox

[Verse 3]
Aye
He’s got a 57 Chevy
And a Bill named Gray
Money in his pocket, he’s a bathtub gin
He likes to play the ponies
He don’t punch no clock
On Saturday nights, takes his grandma round the block
Aye
His muscles ache and his back’s no good
When he plays with the kids on narcan wood
Narcan wood
Narcan, narcan, narcan wood

[Chorus]
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
His hair, what’s left grows down to his socks
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
He listens to the stones by the waterfront docks

[Chorus]
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
He ain’t quite ready for the pine top box
Grandpa rocks, grandpa rocks
He loves him a woman who’s an old grey fox
Old grey, old grey, oh
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye

[Outro]
Where’s my kin?
Who are these people?
Get off my car