I wake up each morning
And dust off my wits
Pick up the paper
And read the obits
If i'm not there
I know i'm not dead
So i eat a good breakfast
And go back to bed
How do i know
My youth is all spent?
My get up and go
Has got up and went
But in spite of it all
I'm able to grin
And think of the places
My get up has been . . .
Take my license, all that jive . . .
I
Can't drive
55
Baby, you can drive my car
Beep-beep Beep-beep
Yeah
The Cat in the Hat Came Back
The Cat on A Hot Tin Roof
(Liz Taylor when she was only a little fat . . . )
You and me and the rain on the roof
Caught out in a summer shower
The kind of rain that soaks the flowers
Maybe we'll be caught for hours . . .
