There was an old woman named Annie
Everybody called her Granny
Her personality, cold
That's what I've been told
Until she met a young man named Manny
Though Manny was quite a bit younger
For him, Annie had quite a hunger
He had a sweet face
That made her heart race
And in his mouth, a very long tongue, er..
He would come by often to see Annie
Knew how to release her endorphins, did Manny
She was worried he'd soften
His wood by coming so often
They started calling her 'a little too often Annie'
As the news spread, all the neighborhood's grannies
Demanded they have their own Mannys
They said 'Before we all die
Want to meet a young guy
To clean out our nooks and our crannies'