It's many, many years ago
When I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who's hair was red
My father fell in love with her
And soon these two were wed
This made dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life
My daughter was my mother
'Cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the situation
Though it brought me joy
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy
This little baby then became
A brother-in-law to Dad
That made him my uncle
Though it made me kinda sad
Cause if he was my uncle
Then he also was a brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who of course was my step-mother
When I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who's hair was red
My father fell in love with her
And soon these two were wed
This made dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life
My daughter was my mother
'Cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the situation
Though it brought me joy
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy
This little baby then became
A brother-in-law to Dad
That made him my uncle
Though it made me kinda sad
Cause if he was my uncle
Then he also was a brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who of course was my step-mother
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