Now some kids have a grandpa.
Some have quite a few.
But mine´s the bestest grandpa
 That anyone ever knew.

He´s not just ordinary
 He´s got a special call.
He sounds like Woody Woodpecker,
 I can hear him clear down the hall.

And boy, do I come runnin´,
 ‘Cause he´s got more you see.
He´s got a special pocket
 With things in it just for me.

And if I cuddle up
 And give a great big kiss,
All kinds of little surprises come out,
 I wouldn´t want to miss.

He used to give us gum,
 But mom said, “Not any more.”
I guess she kept a findin´ it,
 Smashed into the family room floor.

But heck, I don´t even care
 And I don´t tell no fibs.
He´s got something better now.
 For our kisses we get Nibs.

But my sister likes the fire.
 He can turn it on for us.
And even the little babies
 Can blow it out without a fuss.

And then we laugh when it blows out
He makes sure it doesn´t hurt.
It´s amazing what fun there is
 In the pocket of his shirt.

But that´s not all there´s one more thing
 He rubs it on our lips quick.
He calls it his chapstick,
 But we call it our lipstick.

Some grandpa´s give kids money
 And tell them not to drop it.
But ours gives hugs and kisses
 And surprises from his pocket.