I saw your granny shootin’ heroin down on the corner, She was standing in the shadow with enormous spike. Smokin’ Lucky Strike, Like a real rock’n’rolla, She was shootin’ heroin down on the corner.
I saw your granny shootin’ heroin about 12 o’clock She was standing beside the truck with her lighter and a spoon. She was about to rock In the golden light of moon I saw your granny shootin’ heroin about 12 o’clock.
I saw your granny shootin’ heroin when she noticed me. She said ‘Hey, boy, I’d offered you some, but you’re too young. I’m eighty-three, My song is almost sung. So now I’m shootin’ heroin, please, don’t bother me’.
I saw your granny shootin’ heroin and I passed her by. I saw her later lying in strange pose. It was an overdose But she didn’t die ‘Cause real rock’n’rollas never die.