Suggested by a post by Roelle Seamount on Facebook of a cartoon
called "The Retirement Village People"
"Don't know who to credit the picture to - will do if anyone finds out!" |
Someone said it would be nice if we had complete lyrics to the song, so here we go.
AARP
(With apologies to the Village people who are by now, probably
pretty geezerly themselves.)
By Tom King Tune: YMCA
Old man, You really ought to sit
down .
I said, old man, you need a cane to walk ‘round.
I said, old man, what’s that weird creaking sound
Is that your knee joints popping?
Old man, every half hour you go.
But here there’s restrooms every 10 feet or so.
They’ve got TV so you can watch all your shows
Many ways to have a good time.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
I said, old man, you need a cane to walk ‘round.
I said, old man, what’s that weird creaking sound
Is that your knee joints popping?
Old man, every half hour you go.
But here there’s restrooms every 10 feet or so.
They’ve got TV so you can watch all your shows
Many ways to have a good time.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
Your hair’s falling out, people
describe you as stout,
You pull your pants up to your armpits.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
You get regular meals, your apples always come peeled,
You can nap wherever you feel ...
Old man, are you listening to me?
I said, old man, that Ducolax sets you free!
I said, old man, It’s kinda sad that your dream.
Is to have one good BM!
I know, you’d rather bathe by yourself.
I said, Old man, just put your pride on the shelf,
Hit the call light, you get Nurse Ratchet herself.
I'm sure she can help you get clean.
I wanna join the A-A-R-P.
I wanna join the A-A-R-P.
You know they have a hot tub, Old ladies looking for love.
You pull your pants up to your armpits.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
You belong to the A-A-R-P.
You get regular meals, your apples always come peeled,
You can nap wherever you feel ...
Old man, are you listening to me?
I said, old man, that Ducolax sets you free!
I said, old man, It’s kinda sad that your dream.
Is to have one good BM!
I know, you’d rather bathe by yourself.
I said, Old man, just put your pride on the shelf,
Hit the call light, you get Nurse Ratchet herself.
I'm sure she can help you get clean.
I wanna join the A-A-R-P.
I wanna join the A-A-R-P.
You know they have a hot tub, Old ladies looking for love.
Skinny dipping is Thursday night!.
We belong to the A-A-R-P.
We belong to the A-A-R-P.
We belong to the A-A-R-P.
We belong to the A-A-R-P.
We’ve got our own lobbyists and
buddy when we get pissed
Even senators do what we say ...
Old man, I see you’re wearing black shoes
With black socks, and Bermuda shorts too
It’s great, when you hit sixty-five
Old man, I see you’re wearing black shoes
With black socks, and Bermuda shorts too
It’s great, when you hit sixty-five
And can wear shirts from Hawaii.
When young punks, try to make you afraid,
You take your cane; whack ‘em upside
the head
Then taze ‘em, you carry one million
volts.
Wanna bet that gangsta wished he
hadn’t…..
Tried to fool with the A-A-R-P
He tried to fool with the A-A-R-P
They have shuffleboard here for you to enjoy,
You can really impress all the boys..
A-A-R-P ... you’re now a member of A-A-R-P
Old man, old man, now if you ever fall down.
Life Alert, will pick your butt off the ground.
A-A-R-P ... you’re now a member of A-A-R-P
Old man, old man, there's no need to feel bad.
Old man, you’ve got, pills like you’ve never had.
A-A-R-P ... you belong to the A-A-R-P.
Old man, old man, there is no need to drive
Don't you want, to come back alive
A-A-R-P ... you belong to the A-A-R-P.
Old man, old man, there is no need to drive
Don't you want, to come back alive
Don't you want, to come back alive
A-A-R-P ... you belong to the A-A-R-P.
Old Man, You can go out, a van they will send.
It's dress-up, so be sure and wear your Depends
A-A-R-P ... you belong to the A-A-R-P.
Old man, old man, are you time to go to bed?
Old man, old man, turn up you’re hearing aid.
(Spoken fading) Hey I
KNOW you can hear me. You’re just doing
that thing where you turn off that hearing aid so you can pretend you don’t
hear me. You guys were up to three in the morning last night. The nurses just
can’t take it anymore. No I didn’t say beer time. I said bed time!
Lyrics © 2013 by Tom King
Lyrics © 2013 by Tom King
1 comment:
Get yourself a karaoke tape of YMCA and 3 similarly chronologically challenged buddies and see if you don't make a hit down at the karaoke place (or at least in the rec room down at the home).
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