You Don't Need To Rob Them Banks No More, Granma

You don't need to rob them banks no more, Granma.
You fended for me like you fended for Pa,
but if I havta hanga hammock off the Job Centre door,
there won't be no more call to play Ma Barker.

With that beretta you're still quick on the draw,
(one borrowed off Beryl's body in the 2nd WW).
You shot up the optics down the Legion,
despite agerelatedmaculardegeneration.

But yr biddy buggy won't outpace pandacars,
so don't knit baggy cardie to camo yr kevlar,
or add eyelets to your teacosy-cum-balaclava,
coz, Granma, you don't need to rob them banks no more.