It sounds funny, I know, but it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny, I know, but it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
Now many, many years ago when I was 23
I was married to a widow,
oh, as pretty as could be
This widow had a grown -up daughter
who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her
and soon they two were wed
Just made my dad my son -in -law
and changed my very life
My daughter was my mother
cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter
even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy
My little baby then became a
brother -in -law to dad
My soul became my uncle,
though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother
I'm the widow's grown -up daughter
who, of course, was my stepmother
I'm my own grain ball, yes I am,
I'm my own grain ball
It's not funny, I know, but it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grain ball
Father's wife had a son
who kept him on the run
He became my brother,
for he was my father's son
My wife is now my mother's mother,
and it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife,
she's my grandmother too
Now, if my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild
And every time I think of it,
it nearly drives me wild
For now I have become
the strangest case you ever saw
As a husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
No doubt about it
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny, I know, but it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny, I know, but it really is so
Oh, I'm my own Greyhound