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 [bad word] 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.