Lyrics Lisa Loeb – Granma’s In The Cellar

Grandma’s in the cellar,
Lordy, can’t you smell her cooking biscuits on that derned ol’ dirty stove?
(Dirty stove!)

In her eye’s some matter that keeps drippin’ in the batter

Down her nose! (Down her nose!)
Down her nose! (Down her nose!)
And she whistles as the (snort) runs down her nose.