Grandpa got run over by Corey Wooten,
trying to complete a 3rd and four, Tuesdayeve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Papa Bear, we believe.
He'd told his he was fully healed
but ESPN begged him too play.
So he'd took his medication,
and she staggered out on to the field
When we found him on the turf moanin,'
at the scene of the attack.
He had Bears prints on his forehead,
And incriminatin' claw marks on his back.
Grandpa got run over by Corey Wooten,
trying to complete a 3rd and four, Tuesdayeve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Papa Bear, we believe.
Now were all so tired of Grandpa.
We think he can go to hell.
See him in there sextin' Sterger,
wonder how many Wranglers he'll sell
It's not Christmas without Grandpa.
All the Vikings dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open champagne or invite him back?
(For another year!)
Grandpa got run over by Corey Wooten,
trying to complete a 3rd and four, Tuesdayeve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Papa Bear, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table.
And the pudding made with fig.
And a blue and purple candle,
that kinda matches the wiener in Grandpa's pic.
I've warned all the Packers and Lions
"Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never take the field
especially on 3rd and 12s.
Grandpa got run over by Corey Wooten,
trying to complete a 3rd and four, Tuesdayeve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Papa Bear, we believe.
(Sing it Papa)
Grandpa got run over by Corey Wooten,
trying to complete a 3rd and four, Tuesdayeve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Papa Bear, we believe.
Merry Christmas