Grandma's Surfin' The Net!

Grandma used to make us cherry pies 
And call us on the phone 
She would talk to us for hours; 
Now she leaves us all alone.
We miss her homemade biscuits 
And I'll make this little bet - 
If you want to contact Grandma, 
You'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's surfin' the net, 
We've been calling her all morning 
And we haven't got her yet 
She's on her e-mail network 
With her electronic friends 
If you want to talk to Grandma,
 You'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's never surfed at Malibu 
Or caught a wave at Waikiki 
She's never seen a surf board; 
Hang ten doesn't mean a thing.
She's never met a beach bum; 
To her Moon Doggie is just a pup 
But when she heads to her computer, 
You know the surf is up.

Grandma's getting older 
And her eyes are getting dim 
Her random access memory
 Is half of what it's been 
When St. Peter comes to call, 
She'll say I can't go yet 
He'll just have to wait on Grandma, 
'Cause Grandma's surfin' the net.

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