Sundaes on a Sunday Afternoon

They say she's gonna spoil her grandkids But she don't believe it, what are grandmas for anyway? And they say she's gotta teach 'em moderation Or else those little brats'll just expect they can get their own way But she smiles as she orders another scoop To rouse and rile her little troops Five plastic spoons And sundaes on a Sunday afternoon They say she's gonna make 'em diabetic But you must be a heretic to talk about Grandma that way And she knows they won't be young forever They will get old and clever and forget about these foolish ways And she knows there'll be time for foods that are green Maybe in their late teens But until then, this will do Sundaes on a Sunday afternoon Ah Ah Ah Ah And she says, she ain't gonna die tomorrow So don't you feel no sorrow for Grandma no way no how But she says, she's just like everyone She should have had more fun but she's making up for that right now