Many, many years ago
When I was 23,
I was married to a widow
who was pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red,
My father fell in love with her
And soon they, too, were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And really changed my life.
'Cause now my daughter was my mother!
'Cause she was my father's wife.
And to complicate the matter,
Even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to Dad
And so became my uncle,
though it made me very sad.
For if he were my uncle
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who was, of course, my stepmother.
My father's wife then had a son
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandchlid
'Cause he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother,
And it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother, too.
Now if my wife is my grandmother
Then I'm her grandchild.
And every time I think of it
It nearly drives me wild.
'Cause now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw:
As husband to my grandmother,
I am my own grampaw!