Made me wonder what Dillon would be singing. Hmmm
Come gather 'round people
And let out a groan
Admit your great-grandchilden
Now are all grown
And accept that you soon
Can't be let out alone
Cause you might find
yourself all a-slumbered
And you'd better quit drivin'
Or you'll break all your bones
For your days they are a-numbered'.
Wait. That's not funny.
