Grandma got run over by a warbird

Coming home from our place Kristmas Eve.

You can say there's no such thing as Rommies

But as for me and grandpa, we believe.

She'd been drinking too much warnog

And we begged her not to go.

But she forgot her new disruptor

And she staggered out the airlock to the ship.

When we found her the next morning

We knew there had been an attack.

There were scorch marks on the bulkhead

And grandma was cursing for revenge.

We're all so proud of grandma

How she handled it so well.

Sitting at the weapons console

And blowing all those Rommies clear to hell.

Grandma got run over by a warbird

Coming home from our place Kristmas Eve.

You can say there's no such thing as Rommies

But as for me and grandpa, we believe.

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