Grumpy Old Man (Live at Electric Lady)

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Grumpy Old Man (Live at Electric Lady)

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Woo [Verse 1] I'm so defensive there are things over There that I do not know about, yeah I'm so defensive I get caught up in The modern day The fishing net that's pulling at my feet I'm so defensive I got bongos Thumping in my chest and something Tells me they don't beat for me And I'm so defensive I got eggshells On my doorstep and I don't give Second chances easily [Chorus] I got long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater Got that long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater You got short hair, short beard, nothing feels better Than me and you and me and me [Verse 2] I'm so defensive I got boobies On my booty I got feelings in my feelings I got violets on my violence, yeah I'm so defensive I got fire in my fire I got whiskey in my shower Got my dancing feet on fleek [Chorus] I got long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater Got that long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater You got short hair, short beard, nothing feels better Than me and you and me and you and me [Post-Chorus] I'm so defensive I've got eggshells around me I love romance, but I got eggshells around me I'm on the fence and I got eggshells around me Don't step on 'em, don't step on 'em, don't step on 'em Don't step on me [Bridge] 'Cause Bo Diddley bought His babe a diamond ring If that diamond ring don't shine He gonna take it to a private eye If that private eye can't see He'd better not take the ring from [Chorus] I got long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater Got that long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater You got short hair, short beard, nothing feels better Than me and you and me and you I got long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater Got that long hair, long beard, turtleneck sweater You got short hair, short beard, nothing feels better Than me and you and me and you, ooh [Outro] Yee, yee, yeehaw Oh, oh, oh, oooh yeah, yeah Man, oh, man, oh, man You don't have to be that grumpy Old man on the porch You can ride away With me and my horse And we can go off into the galaxy With Sting My friend Sting, Sting, Sting

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Credits

Writers
  • Remi Wolf
  • Solomonophonic