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Off our rockers, actin' crazy |
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With the right medication we won't be lazy |
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Doin' the old folks boogie |
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Down on the farm |
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Wheelchairs, they was locked arm in arm |
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Paired off pacemakers with matchin' alarms |
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Gives us jus' one more chance |
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To spin one more yarn |
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And you know that you're over the hill |
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When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill |
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Doin' the old folks boogie |
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And boogie we will |
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'Cause to us the thought's as good as a thrill |
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Back at the home, no time is your own |
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Facilities there, they're all out on loan |
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The bank foreclose, and your bankruptcy shows |
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And your credit creeps to an all-time low |
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So you know, that you're over the hill |
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When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill |
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Try and get a rise from an atrophied muscle |
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And the nerves in your thigh just quivers and fizzles |
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So you know, that you're over the hill |
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When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill |
