No Visitors Tonight
Run it back now
I'mma turn this old folks home into a motherfucking madhouse
Get the grandmas jumping
In the laps of Vietnam vets with their pants down
Bingo night is cancelled
We're drawing on the walls like vandals
Putting some weed nugs in the oxygen tank
Then light that shit with candles
Don't need your sandals
The dance floor is lit
You don't have to be bored as shit
Just strap on the Depends and motor it
Shake that ass till you blow a hip
The night crew is off tonight
So let's raid the medicine cabinets
The pharmacy is now a party
Won't live long enough to start a harmful habit
Granny's not taking any visitors tonight
She's gonna chew a lil tobaccy and smoke a little pipe
And grandpa's getting whacky doing exactly what he like
No they ain't taking visitors tonight
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
Turn off Lifealert
We're mixing Jäger with prune juice
Had a long life but after tonight
It'll be with a few more screws loose
Granny's cooking with love
Or should I say cooking with drugs
Now I'm looking at some
Sprinkled on top of the amuse-bouche
And stirred in with the couscous
You want pills?
She's got plenty
Like a pharmacist she's stocked for the world ending
Headed to Neverland like my girl Wendy
Imagine a world of opportunity without reality checks
Where you can do anything you want like fucking Alex Trebek
Oh Alex, Alex
What is satisfied?
Granny's not taking any visitors tonight
She's gonna chew a lil tobaccy and smoke a little pipe
And grandpa's getting whacky doing exactly what he like
No they ain't taking visitors tonight
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
Grandma's tripping balls and talking 'bout JFK
Said she'd wanna give him head if it wasn't blown away
Grandpa's dancing on the tables and popping the blue pills
He'd forgotten how youth feels like Dorian Grey
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
Grandma's tripping balls and talking bout JFK
Said she'd wanna give him head if it wasn't blown away
Grandpas dancing on the tables and popping the blue pills
He'd forgotten how youth feels like Dorian Grey
(At the old folks home)
(At the old folks home)
(At the old folks home)
(At the old folks home)
Oh my God
What the hell did y'all get up to last night?
This place is a mess what the
(Fuck)
I'mma turn this old folks home into a motherfucking madhouse
Get the grandmas jumping
In the laps of Vietnam vets with their pants down
Bingo night is cancelled
We're drawing on the walls like vandals
Putting some weed nugs in the oxygen tank
Then light that shit with candles
Don't need your sandals
The dance floor is lit
You don't have to be bored as shit
Just strap on the Depends and motor it
Shake that ass till you blow a hip
The night crew is off tonight
So let's raid the medicine cabinets
The pharmacy is now a party
Won't live long enough to start a harmful habit
Granny's not taking any visitors tonight
She's gonna chew a lil tobaccy and smoke a little pipe
And grandpa's getting whacky doing exactly what he like
No they ain't taking visitors tonight
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
Turn off Lifealert
We're mixing Jäger with prune juice
Had a long life but after tonight
It'll be with a few more screws loose
Granny's cooking with love
Or should I say cooking with drugs
Now I'm looking at some
Sprinkled on top of the amuse-bouche
And stirred in with the couscous
You want pills?
She's got plenty
Like a pharmacist she's stocked for the world ending
Headed to Neverland like my girl Wendy
Imagine a world of opportunity without reality checks
Where you can do anything you want like fucking Alex Trebek
Oh Alex, Alex
What is satisfied?
Granny's not taking any visitors tonight
She's gonna chew a lil tobaccy and smoke a little pipe
And grandpa's getting whacky doing exactly what he like
No they ain't taking visitors tonight
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
Grandma's tripping balls and talking 'bout JFK
Said she'd wanna give him head if it wasn't blown away
Grandpa's dancing on the tables and popping the blue pills
He'd forgotten how youth feels like Dorian Grey
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
At the old folks home
Grandma's tripping balls and talking bout JFK
Said she'd wanna give him head if it wasn't blown away
Grandpas dancing on the tables and popping the blue pills
He'd forgotten how youth feels like Dorian Grey
(At the old folks home)
(At the old folks home)
(At the old folks home)
(At the old folks home)
Oh my God
What the hell did y'all get up to last night?
This place is a mess what the
(Fuck)
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Writer(s): Blake Andersen
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