Many years ago, when I was 23, I married a widow as pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown up daughter, who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed.
Oh, I’m my own grandpa, I’m my own Grandpa.
It sounds funny I know,
But it really is so.
Oh, I’m my own Grandpa.
This made my Dad my son-in-law, and changed my very life,
My daughter, was my Mother, because she was my Father’s wife.
To complicate the matter, even though it brought joy,
I soon became father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
And so became my uncle, though it was very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother-
of the widow’s grown up daughter, who of course was my step-mother.
Father’s wife then had a son, who kept them on the run,
And he became my grand-child, for he was my daughter’s son.
My wife is now my Mother’s mother, and it makes me blue,
Because although she is my wife, she’s my grandmother too.
Now, if my wife is my grandmother, then i’m her grand-child,
And every time i think of it, it nearly drives me wild,
For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw,
