The Old Grunt

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Firmly rooted and quite hellbent The old grunt packs up the hose And pokes his nose through the old trunk trap [Verse 2] Hurts from years of concentration Spent in the umpires association Talking 'bout the next sensation [Verse 3] Up and coming, but now he's strumming A buzzing one-stringer, always quite a singer Did his wife in with dueling banjos