Many, many years ago when I
was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who
was pretty as could be
This widow had a grown-up
daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her
and soon they too were wed
This made my dad my son-in-law
and really changed my life
For now my daughter was my
mother, 'cause she was my
father's wife
And to complicate the matter,
even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father of a
bouncing baby boy
My little baby then became a
brother-in-law to dad
And so became my uncle, though
it made me very sad
For if he were my uncle, then
that also made him brother
Of the widow's grownup
daughter, who was of course my
step-mother
Father's wife then had a son
who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild,
for he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's
mother and it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife,
she's my grandmother too
Now if my wife is my
grandmother, then I'm her
grandchild
And every time I think of it, it
nearly drives me wild
'Cause now I have become the
strangest 'case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa, I'm my
own grandpa
It sounds funny, I know but it
really is so
I'm my own grandpa

Eya

nice one