Linda G. Macri - Grandpa's Sweet Music lyrics

Grandpa's pockets always jiggled with loose change, And I'd ask him for a nickel, Knowing he'd give me one. Though this was suppose to be our little secret, I couldn't wait to blab it on. Then all his grandchildren would gather around. Wanting to hear grandpa's musical sound. He'd fuss and he'd cuss, but he never left one without a nickel of their very own.