Grandma's Spending Christmas With the Superstars

Grandma's spending Christmas with the superstars
Since that reindeer ran her down that fateful night.
Grandma's hanging out with all those late, great stars
For the heavenliest Christmas of her life.

She's standing under the mistletoe with Elvis.
He's been consoling her, because she's missing Gramps.
Then Elvis offers her the keys to a new Cadillac
Well, oh, well, oh, and a couple of sheets of Elvis postage stamps.

Grandma's spending Christmas with the superstars
Since that reindeer ran her down that fateful night.
Grandma's hanging out with all those late, great stars
For the heavenliest Christmas of her life.

She Christmas shopping at the mall with Marilyn Monroe.
They like to schmooze about how men have done 'em wrong.
And Marilyn says this "women's lib" thing sounds just super,
"But I'm just glad it didn't hit 'till I was gone."

Grandma's spending Christmas with the superstars
Since that reindeer ran her down that fateful night.
Grandma's hanging out with all those late, great stars
For the heavenliest Christmas of her life.

(spoken) Oh, look! Grandma's trying to comb someone's hair. Why, it's Bob Marley!
And look here! She's giving Howard Hughes a manicure.
Oh, poor Richard Burton! Tch, tch, tch! She just gave him the news about Elizabeth Taylor Fortensky!

(sung) Oh, she's been trimmin' the tree with Liberace. ("Call me Lee!")
He's got that certain something Grandpa always lacked.
But when she opens up his gift and sees a full-length mink,
She says, "If it ain't fake, I'll have to send it back!" (Send it back!)

Grandma's spending Christmas with the superstars
Since that reindeer ran her down that fateful night.
Grandma's hanging out with all those late, great stars
For the heavenliest Christmas of her life.

Sing it, superstars!

Grandma's spending Christmas with the superstars
Since that reindeer ran her down that fateful night.
Grandma's hanging out with all those late, great stars
For the heavenliest Christmas of her life



Credits
Writer(s): Rita Abrams, Elmo Earl Shropshire
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