Many of the rock bands I grew up with are still touring with some of these fellows seriously approaching geserdom.
Mick Jagger was on SNL recently and he looks good and fit for a man well into his 7th decade of life.
In an attempt to save face for these aging rockers I will try to write a song which would be more age appropriate than the teeny-booper twaddle that was scored when they were much younger. Love, yea yea yeah!
When first I saw you at the nursing home
my teeth fell onto my bed
and thoughts of you in my arms
were swimming in my head
Should I have the struddle
or go with the jam and bread
your eyes they look like saucers
your hips are made of steel
I want to look into your eyes
and maybe cop a feel
When first I saw you at the nursing home
I nearly fell off my rocker
I looked down at mister limpy bone
and knew I had nothing to offer
Do you like me when I smile
My dentures fit like a glove
and If I could I'd walk a mile
to consumate our love
I will wheel to your room at midnight
with the nurses all at the station
I'll rip off your depends and mine
and with viagra begin our relation
Test your sugar before I come
I don't want you in a coma
No, don't you worry it won't take long
To make you my sweet momma
When first I saw you at the nursing home
I felt that magic tingle
when in PT you bend and shake
I wrote down this little jingle
I am at the bedside help me up
my heart's about to break
Look, look it is getting bigger
hurry, let's not wait
I am just about to mount you
and much to my chagrin
a light comes on to crush my song
It's Smith, he's already in
When first I saw you at the nursing home
I knew I wanted more
But now that Smith's been there
I think you're just a whore.
And I should have had the struddle.
OK, that is it just an old fashion love song. Don't look for it out because it will not sell. Too stale.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
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