All right boom-buss in the spirit of the sincerity bombs that we've been dropping on

your fat heads of late we wanted to include this song that dogs die and I sang at my grandmother's funeral a few weeks ago in

California. As some of you may know, our last grandparent passed away earlier

this month and we had the opportunity to attend with all of our extended

family and celebrate her and remember her and this was a song that I wrote that

Dogsdine I performed at the luncheon. She was an amazing lady. She left quite a legacy and an incredible

family behind. We're going to miss her dearly and this song is a small token of our gratitude for her and memories that we had

growing up at her house at Anaheim. We love you grandma and we'll see you sometime.

There's a house out there on Thornton where our grandparents lived long,

where our dreams were made reality,

Every time Willie Wonanca was on.

We ate huckleberry pies there.

Hey, look, this ding dung has a worm.

We threw gummy bears at the ceiling fan and grandma gave mandatory berms at the table in the kitchen we played countless games of cards and Grandma loved her precious Jeep Jeep

And as she kissed his tiny beak, it seems she'd swallow his entire head, but he loved it just like we did

when she smoached us on our way

back home. Back home, oh her lipstick stained our faces, and we still came back for more.

To that home out there on Thornton

With brown shack carpets on the floor

grandma go and be with popsicle

wish your blondeies there as well

Maybe that possum will be waiting

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