It's a slim chance that any of you know who the Dresden Dolls are, but I re-wrote their song "Coin-Operated Boy" a while ago. It can be enjoyed even if you don't know the real words, I think.
Old-People Everywhere
Old-people everywhere
with their liver spots
and their balding hair
all that patchy skin
sagging everywhere
old-people on the prowl
so I say, “beware”
‘cuz there’s old-people everywhere
Bum-bum
With their plastic hips and hearts
When they’re dead they’ll fall apart
Who could ever, ever ask for more?
Old-people browsing the grocery store…
Many dates and times to forget
When I’m old I might just lose it
I will never remember again
Alzheimer’s is messing with my head…
Bum-bum
Old-people everywhere
I guess when you’re old – it’s not very fair
‘cuz all them young ‘uns
they don’t smell like onions
and they’ll never ever know what it’s like not to be old…
what it’s like not to be old…
and they’ll never ever know…
what it’s like not to be old…
what it’s like not to be old…
‘cuz there’s old-people everywhere
bum-bum
[BRIDGE]
this bridge was written
for the elder’s new kitten
who has not been fed
for six weeks – it’s near dead
yes, it’s really quite scary
for this poor cat, named Larry
is hungry, please feed him
he’s starving, I love him
don’t loose him, stop dying
just feed him, start trying
I love him, I’m crying
‘cuz I want you
I want you
I want you
To feed him
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want a…
I want some…
I want some…
I want some…
Old-people everywhere…
-some instrumentation-
and if they had strong bones to lean on
for their life, they can’t imagine
and child wanting to get old
to smell like steaming cabbage and some mold
Bum-bum
Old-people everywhere
They may not be real – useful to the world
But they are still people
So I guess I’ll treat them
With some respect
I think that’s very fair
ding-ding
Old-people everywhere
With all their old... people catatonic stares
Dreaming that they are free
To digest macaroni
Without any problems
Oh God, how I love them
Old-people everywhere
BUM-BUM
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