Today is my friend Dave Murray's 64th birthday. The words are (sort of) new. You know the tune.
Davey's 64
(Wish I could say the same)
Will you start to parrot all the Fox News lines?
"Lock her up!," like Sean Hannity whines?
If you wake up and you need to pee
Will you wet the the floor?
No longer bar-hopping
Now you're cane-shopping
'Cause you're 64
Who?
You, you old man, you
But if you hear these words
There's still things you can do
You could be handy spreading the news
When Trump's finally gone
You can needle Paul Clark for November's ride
Biden, Bye Don! A blue landslide
Taking your meds and medicinal weed
Was it ten pills, or more?
Forgetting your passwords
Inventing new swear words
Man, you're 64!
Every evening you can fake the story of your younger days
And sip half a beer
You can hate what's new
Codgers rant incoherently
Vera, Chuck, and...you
Post me an email, send me a text
Share a joke or two
Treat yourself to something like the old folks do
A Mickey Way, a Moontain Dew
Get out of the box now, it's time for your nap
Even if you snore
Don't worry 'bout your scars
'Cause you made it this far
And you're 64!
Happy Birthday Dave!
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