They let Bubba out of prison He paid for his crime He didn't know them bad cheques Could give him so much time
Sister's getting married There's a shotgun on the groom Hope they finish the wedding vows Before the baby's due
Harry's in the closet He's been there all his life Everybody wonders Why he never took a wife
We owe a lot of bills Trying to live beyond our means Ain't got a pot, But we got cable TV,
But it's our family Full of skeletons and ghosts And even with our strange relatives It's the one we love the most There may be a bunch of nuts Up our family tree Yeah we may all be crazy But it's still our family
Grandpa's got a girlfriend A woman half his age Grandma laughs about it But I sense the silent rage
And Uncle Burt still thinks He's on the grand old armoury That fever from the war Left him living in a dream
We buried Great Ann-Martha Out the forest lawns today Now I think I know why They Called Great Ann-Martha great
The church was full of strange men Mama called it a disgrace She said they should have wiped that Smile off Great Ann-Marthas face
But it's our family Full of skeletons and ghosts And even with our strange relatives It's the one we love the most There may be a bunch of nuts Up our family tree Yeah we may all be crazy But its still our family
Compositores: Robert Valentine Braddock (Braddock Bobby), David M Bellamy (Dave Bellamy) ECAD: Obra #1686792