(with apologies to Robert Burns)
I’ve left my glasses in the car,
I think I’ve lost my mind
I’ve wandered onto the patio
And left my brain behind.
Chorus:
They’re old age signs, my friend
It’s old age signs
Those signs the kids are looking for
Before they ship off your behind.
I drive with my turn signals on
Don’t know where I parked my car
If I meet you someplace new then I
May not know who you are.
Chorus:
I like my oatmeal every day
I shower each - week no more.
It’s too danged hard reach the soap
If I drop it on the floor.
Chorus:
TV shows are “MY” programs
There’s a Clapper on every light.
When TV audiences applaud
My house goes black as night
Chorus:
I know I came in here for something
I can’t remember what.
But there’s a fire extinguisher in my hand
And the room is kind of hot.
Chorus:
The kids will all be meeting soon
Down at the old I-Hop
To try and figure out just what
To do with their old Pop
Chorus:
I plan to live long enough to be
A living old guy joke,
And to spend the last dime that I've got
On whatever made me croak.
Chorus:
I’ve decided I’ll not wait around
To be shipped to a nursing home.
I’m selling their inheritance
Gonna run away from home.
Chours 2:
Gonna run away from home my friends
And take my bestest girl
We’re headed off to Florida
To visit Disney world
(c) 2013 by Tom King
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