He's here, he's here, he's here,
Everybody climbs up on Grandad's knee.
His stories are very fragile,
His laugh is covered in moss.
Grandad, did you ever **** a man?
No, Chester, I only buried him.
Grandad, what is it that happens when you die?
You know, none of that matters now that Murray is gone.
You really are not the man I thought you were!