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Backstory:

Barbara had the lyrics, loosely based on her aunt, who passed away during the writing of this song, Pete came up with the music. Barbara had two versions of the "rap" section; Pete edited them into one.    

"Best of Song U" awarded by Alan Roy Scott, Song U. Coach                   

Lyrics:

                                                  
GOD’S WAITING ROOM

VERSE 1
Grandma's move to the rest home made her cry
Till she saw Tom in his rhinestone cowboy hat
He said, “This is the last stop before Paradise
'Cos here's where the angels come to take you back”

PRE-CHORUS
She said, "Let’s have some fun
Got my red support socks on
Let's you and me get down till the break of dawn"

CHORUS
Clap your hands, wiggle your hips
Clap, clap, clap
Twist your waist, smack your lips
Twist, twist, twist
Rock your walker, make it dance
Kick your heels, high step it, Gramps
Living it up, cuttin’ a rug
In God's Waiting Room

VERSE 2
The old folks formed a band, Grandma sang lead
In her polka dot dress, toe bells, best show in town
With drumbeats, guitar twangs, what a sight to see
Wheelchairs whirlin’, canes tappin’, folks dancin’ around

PRE-CHORUS
With her hearing aid and her teeth in	
You oughta hear Grandma sing
She's got a way to make you smile 
And want to swing

CHORUS
Clap your hands, wiggle your hips
Clap, clap, clap
Twist your waist, smack your lips
Twist, twist, twist
Rock your walker, make it dance
Kick your heels, high step it Gramps!
Livin’ it up, struttin’ her stuff 
In God's Waiting Room

BRIDGE
Arthritis in every bone
Can't see the numbers on the phone
But she’ll make you feel right at home

CHORUS
Clap your hands, wiggle your hips
Clap, clap, clap
Twist your waist, smack your lips
Twist, twist, twist
Rock your walker, make it dance
Kick your heels, high step it Gramps!
Livin’ it up, can’t get enough
In God's Waiting Room

RAPPING GRAMPS
Spent all my years sowin’ my wild oats
And now I’m just an ugly old goat
I felt no love till I saw you
Well, I gotta say I like the view

My aches and pains are a free for all
I got arteries clogged with cholesterol
With rickety knees and stumblin’ feet
I can't eat, can't sleep, always feel beat

But you're as pretty as a princess in a fairytale
Sweeter than the song of a nightingale
Got my belly sucked in, gotta look handsome
You got my heart beatin’ like a big bass drum.

Yeah, you look fit and I like your moves
And you got me jammin' to your groove
I say, "Hey girl, lemme be your beau
'Cos I wanna be your Romeo
I wanna be your Romeo
Yeah, I wanna be your Romeo

©2020 Barbara Robinson/Pete Papageorge