You can write, every night in low light to that little nephew who treats you right

You can tell, of your living hell in a room that smells I keep your door locked tight

But don't forget who's posting your mail

And I can read it first you see,

So Grandma, leave your fortune to me.

Oh I know, that I've been a bum, you never liked Mum and you know it's true

All your sons, have died one by one and now there's none, there's only me and you

I'm living in your house waiting for you to have a huge apoplexy

so Grandma, leave your fortune to me

Grandma don't you try and change that will

you know that would be rude

and then you might get very ill

don't forget who cooks your food...

You can stay in your room today till I hear you say that I'm the one

All the rest are just second-best and you're impressed with me, your pet grandson

coz don't forget who's locking the doors,

and I could chuck away the key

so Grandma, leave your fortune to me

And don't regret you signed all the forms, and gave me power of attourney

just Grandma, leave your fortune to me

Oooo Grandma, I could smash your TV

Oooo Grandma, leave your fortune to me
 

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