Monday, June 09, 2014
Party On, Garth
Party for an old friend, me playing the original song "Mold ..."
I used to be so young and free, hard to believe I know/
Now I can’t get it up, and it’s harder yet to go (to the bathroom)
My hair is gray, my faced is lined, my arches they are shot/
My hearing’s gone, my brain is dead, my belly’s gone to pot.
God, I’m old / Sit down in my wheelchair and get rolled/
Wrap me in a blanket ‘cause I’m cold /
spray me down, I’m all covered up with mold.
I used to party all night long, and labor all next day/
Now I’m sleeping while I work, and sleeping while I play/
The women all would smile at me whenever I would pass/
Now the women look at me and all they do is laugh (at my figure)
I used to eat my meat half raw, and chew it all to bits/
Now I’m droolin’ in my soup, and it gives me the fits/
My back is tired, my butt is tired, my pecker, it’s tired too/
My options are all running out, there’s one thing left to do