[Intro: Sung-rap male MC, sung over the skipping two-step snare] Dzien dobry, Babcia I been practicing [Verse 1: Sung-rap male MC, rapped, two-step kick and skipping snare] First time at the table, Sunday, half past two Pierogi on the platter and a grandma staring through She said something to the cousins and the cousins hid a grin Kasia squeezed my knee and said, "She's only saying hi again" But I know a laugh when I hear one, and the whole table cracked Uncle choking on his soup, Auntie slapping on his back Every Sunday after that it was the same routine Grandma talking 'bout me sideways like I wasn't on the scene So I bought a little phrasebook at the station for a ten Studied it on every train and every lunch break since then [Pre-Chorus: Sung-rap male MC, sung, rubbery bass climbing] Fifty-two Sundays, I kept my mouth shut Nodded at the jokes while she sized me up Fifty-two Sundays of learning the sound Now it's my turn and I'm turning it around [Hook: Sung-rap male MC, sung] I learned it from a phrasebook, one page a day Just so I could hear what your grandma had to say Now she's talking 'bout me and I'm talking right back Na zdrowie, Babcia, how you like that [Verse 2: Sung-rap male MC, rapped, quick and bouncing] Year to the day and the soup hits the bowl Grandma leans to Kasia and she says it nice and cold "Too skinny, too loud, and he can't even cook" So I answered her in Polish and I didn't need the book Said, "I'm skinny 'cause I'm saving room for every plate you make And I'm loud 'cause I sat quiet fifty-two weeks for your sake" Then the table went so still you could have heard the gravy set Uncle dropped his fork, the cousins didn't breathe yet Then Babcia laughed until she cried and had to hold her chair Poured me from the good bottle that she hides behind the stair [Hook: Sung-rap male MC, sung] I learned it from a phrasebook, one page a day Just so I could hear what your grandma had to say Now she's talking 'bout me and I'm talking right back Na zdrowie, Babcia, how you like that [Bridge: Sung-rap male MC, eight-bar hold, one long sung toast] Na zdrowie One word, one breath, and I hold it out Across the whole table till the uncles shout Kasia on her feet and Babcia's glass up high Holding that note till the bottle runs dry [Verse 3: Sung-rap male MC, rapped, kick on every beat] Now she calls me Sunday mornings and she only talks in Polish Tells me where to buy the good fish, says my shirts are looking foolish Says that Kasia's way too good for me, but says it to my face And I tell her, "Babcia, that's why I been studying the case" [Final Hook: Sung-rap male MC, sung] I learned it from a phrasebook, one page a day Just so I could hear what your grandma had to say Now she's talking 'bout me and I'm talking right back Na zdrowie, Babcia, how you like that [Outro: Sung-rap male MC, sung, laughing] Smacznego One page a day [End]
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