Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Oh, If I Could Be Nineteen Again

One sunny day I walked downtown
Which isn’t very far
I met this snazzy chick
Near the Silver Dollar Bar

She looked at me, then smiled and said
I’m looking for a man
I ups to her, she ups to me
And then I turned and ran

It dawned on me that I’m too old
For this kind of date
I think it may have been real nice
But it’s sixty years too late

So I just hurried on back home
Where I haven’t got a care
Took off my shoes and just relaxed
In my old reclining chair

They say her name is Helen French
And I suppose that’s so
I don’t know what it is in English
And I’ll probably never know

Over the hill D.B.C.