| 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
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| No time is your own
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| Facillities there, they’re all out on loan
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| The bank forclose, 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 |