You're sitting at Denny's peeping at the menu
A hot old honey comes walking in the venue
Your heart's a pumpin it skips a few beats
Hopin she'll sit near you when she gets her eats

She struts your way doin a mile an hour
Now there's a meal you'd like to devour
She's peepin you hard tosses you a wink
She's having a spasm is what you think

The honey grabs a booth right across from you
You grab the Brylcreem run it thru your do
There's an achin in your loins you can't ignore
She reminds you of a honey from the second world war

Year was forty-five you were stationed in France
You were sluggin down forties at the town dance
We kicked Hitler's ass party was just beginnin
She walked in her body built for sinnin

She wants it you got it
Grandaddy don't bust a hip

A hotel room on the box Sinatra's thumpin
You're ready for some nasty night bumpin
Good parts comin then the end of your dreamin
Back at Denny's and you hear the old honey screamin

You say you're sorry turn up the hearing aid
Tell her you need that last sentence replayed
She starts grinnin says what's up Buster
You gotta be chill don't let her know you lust her

She grabs a seat next to you her bones creakin
Your flag's a flyin in a manner of speakin
Get to talkin about shit from back in the day
Crack a joke make her laugh and you're on your way

Dinner's over and its seven on your wrist clock
Food went down the pipe you got no vapor lock
You're on a big roll like a poker chip
Time to reel her in just don't bust a hip

She wants it you got it
Grandaddy don't bust a hip

You're crusin in your hoodee with your blinker on
Five-O pulls you over and he's wavin his baton
He looks your honey over you don't give him any lip
He says get her home G Daddy just don't bust a hip

You're back at the crib and Matlock's on the box
Honey's there sippin a prune juice on the rocks
You salute her with your drink and you grin like hell
Outta her purse comes the tube of OrthoGel

You rub her up and down with the pain cream
Feels so good you know she wanna scream
You check her pulse yeah she's doin fine
You pour her a glass of the fine jug wine

You roll her on her back thinkin this is it
Her dentures fall out chin's covered in spit
She's stone cold sleepin what you gonna do
You break out the chips and the cheese fondue

Clock on the wall says it's time to hit the sack
Put a blanket on the honey a laugh you choke back
You were gonna peel her like some weather strip
Least now you're not sweatin bout bustin a hip

She wants it you got it
Grandaddy dont bust a hip