He sings songs of praise in front of Grandma,
She enjoys the sound of his innocent voice.
A passion engraved deep inside of him,
Being released to the accepting wind.
She enjoys the sound of his innocent voice,
Even with his flaws, his voice out of tune.
Being released to the accepting wind,
His lyrical crimes go quite unnoticed.
Even with his flaws, his voice out of tune,
Grandma encourages him to keep on singing.
His lyrical crimes go quite unnoticed,
As he sings passionately down the aisles.
Grandma encourages him to keep on singing,
A hopeful individual he is, indeed.
As he sings passionately down the aisles,
Love is in his heart before he knows the actual meaning.
A hopeful individual he is, indeed,
Singing of a seemingly sovereign subject.
Love is in his heart before he knows the actual meaning,
He reaches out so everyone can here him.
Singing of a seemingly sovereign subject,
He longs for acceptance among his audience.
He reaches out so everyone can hear him,
Little does he know, Grandma likes him most.
He longs for acceptance among his audience,
So he sings to all that listen throughout the store.
Little does he know Grandma likes him most,
But she says nothing, afraid he'll stop tuning.
So he sings to all that listen throughout the store,
Not knowing Grandma is his biggest fan.
But she says nothing, afraid he'll stop tuning,
He'll never stop, not until he's six feet under ground.
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