Think of the poor guy
Trying to guess
The frustration that
He was trying to address
Grinace he said
At the top of his voice
Grinace he said
Repeating his source
Grinace they thought
by the look on his face
It didn’t help them at all
The source of his race
A scottish accent
Thick and deep
His R’s so rounded
Their ears went bleep
Grinace grinace grinace
He said
The veins now red
And popping out of his head
How’d not hear
What I’m try’n to say
It’s a grin and an ace
At the end of the day!
Grinace grinace
I heard him say
but the others just stared
in a frozen dismay.
But did I think to ask,
think to check.
Wondering what it meant,
And why that was where it’s at.
Look’e over here,
pointing to da window.
your faces all twisted,
frowning’n wrinkling.
See, See,
See me face.
I’m a damn well grinning,
Like I give a shit MATE!