A mouth full of teeth!
A mouth full of words!
All these young republicans
Are quite absurd.
Ninety years old and feeling spry.
Yes I do,
My oh my!

A mouth full of teeth!
A house full of joy!
How about a hug for Gramps,
My little boy?
Ah, but I meet a sorry fate.
He is such
An ingrate!

A mouth full of teeth!
A heart full of pain!
Shouldn't all that I have done
For him be plain?
Go away, get out of my house
Don't need you.
Stupid louse.

A mouth full of teeth!
Well, at least for now...
I won't let them fall right out.
No way, no how!
Go on, you brat, speak of revolt.
Idiot,
Little dolt.

A mouth full of teeth?
It now feels empty
Like the emptiness within
Growing in me.
How dare you imply that I miss
My grandson?
What is this?