Greasy Granny's Gopher Gravy, Part 1 - Gov't Mule

Back in El Sobrante where the sun don’t shine

Near the Iron River past the old church line

Lives a hot gal, smells of stale wine

We call her greasy granny

She’s a hopped up, bopped up, nor-cal witch

She’s a slap down, cranked up two ball bitch

She’s stone wash denim if she’s wearing a stitch

We love our greasy granny

Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny

Separate your mind from your body

Granny’s house is hotter than an old Moose Club

She’s cooking up the gravy in a claw foot tub

Waiting in the kitchen you can get a back rub from old greasy granny

Greasy granny’s gravy, it’ll make you sing

It’ll shrivel up your pecker, make your nostrils sting

Rot out your teeth and make your left ear ring

We love our greasy granny

Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny

Separate your mind from your body

Get your gopher gravy from greasy granny

Separate your mind from your body