Grandma used to make us cherry pies and call us on the phone
She would talk to us for hours; now she leaves us all alone.
We miss her homemade biscuits and I'll make this little bet -
If you want to contact Grandma, you'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's surfin' the net, yes, she surfin' the net
We've been calling her all morning and we haven't got her yet
She's on her e-mail network with her electronic friends
If you want to talk to Grandma, you'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's never surfed at Malibu or caught a wave at Waikiki
She's never seen a surfboard; hang ten doesn't mean a thing.
She's never met a beach bum; to her Moon Doggie is just a pup
But when she heads to her computer, you know the surf is up.

Grandma's getting older and her eyes are getting dim
Her random access memory is half of what it's been
When St. Peter comes to call, she'll say I can't go yet
He'll just have to wait on Grandma,
'cause Grandma's surfin' the net.

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