I love my grandma (a punk poem)

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite 

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite 

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

It wasn’t one of those grey areas

We weren’t discussing geopolitics

He straight up said a hundred year old stereotype

His attitude needs a fix

I said woah, not cool

He said dude, relax

That’s when I snuck out

And stole this sax

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite 

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite 

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I stole my sax from an anti-Semite

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

Just kidding; my grandma, who is not an anti-Semite

Gave it to me for my birthday

Just kidding; my grandma, who isn’t racist

Gave it to me for my birthday

She’s a wonderful person even though

I’m allergic to her dusty house

Her gifts are always from the heart

This saxophone is grouse

Cause she stole it from an anti-Semite

She stole this sax from an anti-Semite

She stole this sax from an anti-Semite

I got to get it I got, got to get it

She stole this sax from an anti-Semite

She stole this sax from an anti-Semite

She stole this sax from an anti-Semite

I got to get it I got, got to get it

I love my grandma

I love my grandma

I love my grandma

I love my grandma