Long While - Barenaked Ladies

It’s gonna be a long while

It’s gonna be a long, long while

Gonna be a long while, living

A sad, sad day

When he finally goes away

There’s gonna be a deli tray

And some tears

But it could be years

Everybody’s lining up

To get a piece of grandpa’s stuff

If you think that living’s tough

Dying’s worse

It’s gonna be a long while

It’s gonna be a long, long while

It’s gonna be a long while, living

It only takes a little slip

For him to fall and break his hip

And then it’s just a downhill trip

To his grave

Embalmed and shaved

Sister wants the figurines

Brother wants the fax machine

Mother thinks it’s all obscene

'Cause she’ll be next

But it’s gonna be a long while

It’s gonna be a long, long while

It’s gonna be a long while, living

Beneath the chatter no one heard

The old man’s final dying words

He lay alone so pale and small

And whispered, «How I hate you all»

His life is not what I would call living

Wait until

The lawyer finally reads the will

Circling above their kill

Everyone will be stunned

He gave it all to charity

Dangled like a carrot, he

Decided not to share it, we

Should have known

Grandpa’s gonna be a long while

Gonna be a long, long while

Gonna be a long while, living

Grandpa’s gonna be long while

Gonna be a long, long while

It’s gonna be a long while, living

Long while,

Gonna be a long, long while, living

Long while,

Oh he’s gonna be a long, long while,

Gonna be a long while, living.