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Here's a story about a gang of grannies Who knocked over a ***** hose store They were nothing without their support hose And they just couldn't take it anymore Late one night at an old folks home A few grannies were hatching a plan Their varicose veins were getting in their way Of catching themselves a man So they decided enough was enough And they'd reclaim their feminine wiles And there happened to be a ***** hose store Down the road just a couple of miles Now if they got caught what would it matter? 'Cause it was a very small price to pay And even if they gave them life in prison Well that was probably just one more day Now the leader of the gang was ninety years old 'Cause she had done this once before She'd served a little time in granny prison For robbing a false teeth store Now their purses were their weapon of choice Cause that's something they knew how to use And if you've ever been hit by a granny purse Then you know it can leave a bruise Anyway, off they went to claim their prize For it was much too late to turn back Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers Their purses and a burlap sack To make a long story short they pulled it off Just in time for the old folks dance And you better believe those grannies looked sharp In support hose and pink hot pants
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
The Granny Gang
Here's a story about a gang of grannies Who knocked over a ***** hose store They were nothing without their support hose And they just couldn't take it anymore Late one night at an old folks home A few grannies were hatching a plan Their varicose veins were getting in their way Of catching themselves a man So they decided enough was enough And they'd reclaim their feminine wiles And there happened to be a ***** hose store Down the road just a couple of miles Now if they got caught what would it matter? 'Cause it was a very small price to pay And even if they gave them life in prison Well that was probably just one more day Now the leader of the gang was ninety years old 'Cause she had done this once before She'd served a little time in granny prison For robbing a false teeth store Now their purses were their weapon of choice Cause that's something they knew how to use And if you've ever been hit by a granny purse Then you know it can leave a bruise Anyway, off they went to claim their prize For it was much too late to turn back Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers Their purses and a burlap sack To make a long story short they pulled it off Just in time for the old folks dance And you better believe those grannies looked sharp In support hose and pink hot pants
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
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