Die in your beauty sleep Where is grandma? It's time to eat... Perhaps in the bathroom, trying to excrete... She's not on the throne, where can she be? Maybe in the living room, watching TV...
Not in here either, where did she go? Someone find her soon, the roast is getting cold... OK - no one panic - we musn't dispair... I've got a feeling she's somwhere upstairs...
Now I'm getting mad - where's that senile loon? The only place left, is in the bedroom Open the door, hear the wretched snore...
ahaaa!!! grandma's sleeping grandma's sleeping
no she's not no she's not
she's dying in her beauty sleep she's dying in her beauty sleep
almost dead... almost dead
Now we have to bury grandma... Now we have to bury grandma... Now we have to bury grandma...
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