THE OLD ONES
(There's a bit of skipping - on the audio, that is, not by the old ones)
The Old Ones, now these days we’re Old Ones
And we Old Ones don’t need a second chance
To moan, groan, to dribble piss and to pong
But we Old Ones won’t be Old Ones very long.
The Old Ones, we’re all crabby Old Ones
And we Old Ones don’t think that it is wrong
To go bald, wear our pants when they’re soiled
Cos our bladder and our bowels now aren’t so strong
Those lucky in their lifetime
Live to see old age
When need I mention
With our pension
We don’t labour for a wage.
We Old Ones, let’s hear it for we Old Ones
Yes we Old Ones have no need to work
We dribble goo, jump in front at the queue
But we Old Ones won’t be Old Ones very long.
The Old Ones, raise a glass to Old Ones
We Old Ones, living off the State
But with aches, pains and blue varicose veins
Well we Old Ones won’t be Old Ones very long
John Coopey
Mon 23rd Oct 2023 00:09
Thankyou for your thoughts, Uilleam.