Saturday, November 1, 2014

Old age security

Come and listen to a story about a man named Fred
A poor old cadger, barely kept his wifey fed
Then one fine day he was turnin sixty-five
And up came the postlady with somethin make him jive

Cash that is, old age security, supplement and all

Well the first thing you know ol Fred's a buyin beer
His pardners said "Fred move away from here"
Said "Yon highrise has a place that can be had"
So they loaded up the shoppin cart and moved into a pad

Carpets, that is. Good heat, expensive hookers

Well now twas time to invite their buds to have a shot of gin
The entrance was jus buzzin with kind folks droppin in
They told them if ever in dire need “Jus crash this locality
To have a heapin helpin of our hospitality"

Twenty-three hundred a month. Set a spell, take yer shoes off

Y'all come back now, y'hear?

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