We sent in a picture from back in ’82, Said, “Clean it up a little, make that old photo new.” Take the glare off his glasses, maybe brighten up his eyes, But when the proof came back, well… we barely knew the guy. His wrinkles disappeared, his hair was way too high, His teeth looked like a toothpaste ad underneath that country sky. Grandma stared a minute, then she started asking why— “Lord have mercy, Grandpa looks a little AI.” Chorus Grandpa looks a little AI, Skin too smooth and teeth too white. He’s seventy-eight, but somehow He looks thirty-five tonight. We said, “Fix the old photo,” Not “Give the man a whole new life.” He looks handsome, Lord, we’ll give you that— But Grandpa looks a little AI. Verse 2 They took away his crow’s feet, gave him movie-star hair, Put a sparkle in his eyeballs that was never really there. His old plaid shirt is perfect, but his jawline’s mighty strong, And Grandma said, “I married that man— and something here is wrong.” Now Uncle Joe is laughing, Aunt Marie is asking why Grandpa’s looking like a cowboy selling cologne online. We wanted restoration, not a brand-new younger guy, Somebody hit “enhance” too hard— Grandpa looks a little AI. Bridge Put back a couple wrinkles, Put the grey back in his hair, He earned every single line And we kinda liked ’em there. We don’t need him looking perfect, We just want him looking right— Like the Grandpa that we remember, Not an algorithm’s type. Final Chorus ’Cause Grandpa looks a little AI, Too much glow and not enough time. He spent eighty years earning that face, Don’t Photoshop away his life. Leave the laugh lines, leave the grey, Leave that twinkle in his eye. We love the man exactly as he was— So Grandpa shouldn’t look AI.