The Grandfather Clock

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, so it stood 90 years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself, though it weighed not a penny-weight more
And though years would congeal grandpa's brains to Malt-O-Meal
He'd one wish that could not be denied
Cause his will said we should bury him in the clock when the old man died
Well grandfather's grandfather built him the clock and he built it like no clock before
Cause it's made out of oak and it's so high and wide, that we can't get it out through the door
So oncе grandma'd been calmed and grandpa had been embalmed, wе discovered the clock was too wide
But the old man's cadaver had gotten jammed and was stuck inside
So now grandpa's standing here in the hallway of 917 Cherry Lane
And he stands, the old cuss, making faces at us which we try to ignore just the same
But we still think of him as we haggard, pale and grim stagger into the cold morning light
Cause at odd times he keeps ringing the fucking chimes every god damn night
So at 3:22 AM, ding-dong, ding-dong
My god, there goes gramps again, ding-dong, ding-dong
At odd times he keeps ringing the fucking chimes every god damn night