I Don't Want Prune Juice

Jane Frye

When we're sitting in that old age home,
But our hearts still want to roam,
let's plan an escape.
We won't care about red tape.
Let's dance like it's your birthday.
We'll sing it, like Stevie Ray.
Let's laugh like we did when we were kids.
Who cares if the world thinks we flipped our lids.
Let's get high on sunshine
and Apple wine.
We'll refuse to walk the line.
Let's play tag in the park.
We'll hang out until it gets dark.
Let's cruise down forth street in my Mercedes
So what if we're relics of the eighties.
Let's take up smoking,
Nah, I'm only joking.
Let's be headline news.
A Dateline TV special about seniors and booze.
Let's not go compliantly to the right.
Let's deviate, and put up a fight.
Let this be our pledge,
so in twenty years, we'll have an edge.



  • Author: Jane Frye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2019 20:11
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 34


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