Verse 1
Grandma’s in her polka-dot dress, crankin’ up the radio
Jelly jars of pickles by the seat, a trail of stardust on her toe
I’m tappin’ boots in the dust, the moon’s a neon sign
The cat’s meowin’ like a harmonica, we’re runnin’ out of time
Chorus
Space aliens on our tail, but we’re dancin’ through the night
Fast as a tumbleweed comet, we boogie at the speed of light
They want her secret recipe, we want a video game high score
It’s grandma versus the galax—country pop, encore!
Verse 2
They zoom in like UFOs with chrome and glitter paint
I wave a spatula like a flag, “Hey, take a number, wait your fate!”
Grandma giggles, grabs the skillet, starts a cosmic fry
“If you want my biscuits, you’ll have to out-funk the fry and sky”
Chorus
Space aliens on our tail, but we’re dancin’ through the night
Fast as a tumbleweed comet, we boogie at the speed of light
They want her secret recipe, we want a video game high score
It’s grandma versus the galax—country pop, encore!
Bridge
Clang of the skillet, clang of the cymbals, we’re a stellar jamboree
Tug-of-war with Saturn’s rings, she winks and flips the key
“Giddy up, little greenies, you’ll never catch the granny train”
We ride a meteor down Main Street, singing “Yeehaw, we’re insane!”
Chorus
Space aliens on our tail, but we’re dancin’ through the night
Fast as a tumbleweed comet, we boogie at the speed of light
They want her secret recipe, we want a video game high score
It’s grandma versus the galax—country pop, encore!
Outro
We roll into the barn, crowd goes “boo-ya!” as guitars slam loud
Grandma tips her hat to the stars, “Best chase I’ve ever allowed!”
If you hear a twang in space, you know what they’ll say:
It’s a country pop caper, and grandma stole the day.