When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my kids and make their life happy
and filled with such fun.  I want to pay back all the joy they've
provided, returning each deed.  Oh, they'll be so excited.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids, I'll write on the walls with
red, white, and blues;
and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids, when they're on the phone
and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and shake their head,
and when that is done, I'll hide under the bed.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids, when they cook dinner and
call me to meals,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad congealed.
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
and when they get angry, run fast as I'm able.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids, I'll sit close to the TV,
through the channels I'll click;
I'll cross my eyes to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw them away,
and play in the mud until the end of the day.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids, when later in bed, I'll lay
back and sigh,
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
and say with a groan, "she's so sweet when she's sleeping."

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.