Thomas Tree Murray - A Malt Shoppe Lyrics

As I was wee younger
Oh, so young and naive
So young and naive
My grandfather told me
As I sat on his knee
He told me
Hey son, it's a hot one
About a hundred and three
One hundred three
Hey, why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Hey, just you and me
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe, Grandpa
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Just you and me
I said, well, Gramps that a great idea, man
I want a real cold one
One real cold one
Say, why don't we get out of this blistering heat
And let's go have some fun
Oh, why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Say why don't we go to the malt shoppe, Grandpa
Oh, why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Just you and me
Root beer
A malt
Ice cream and pie
Shakes with cherries right up to the sky
Sugar cones
Gumdrops
Something to chew
We all know that getting ice cream
Well, it's something to do
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe, Grandpa
Say, why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Just you and me
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Why don't we go to the malt shoppe, Grandpa
Say, why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Just you and me
Just you and me
Just you and me
Just you and me