70, Girls, 70 - Old Folks

folks sit around
By the television set,
With a comforter,
Petulant as they can get,
Always grumbling
"Is the cocoa ready yet?"
Sad but true, folks,
That's what they do, folks.
Old folks don't go out;
Strangers make them ill at ease,
Old folks stay at home,
Nursing their infirmities,
Let the saucer down,
Time to feed the Siamese,
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty....
And someday
When I'm a little bit older
It's conceivable I may
Be that way too.
Old folks letch a lot,
Though it doesn't mean a thing,
Yawn and stretch a lot,
Rolling on an inner spring,
Cough and kvetch a lot,
Sighing one perpetual sigh.
Go take a look at the old folks,
They're quite an int'resting sight.
But if you want to see old folks,
You're in the wrong hall tonight!

Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty....
And someday
When I'm a little bit older
It's conceivable I may
Be that way too.
Old folks rock a lot,
Cracking on an upper plate,
Interlock a lot
When they want to navigate,
Watch the clock a lot,
Moaning as the minutes go by.
Go take a look at the old folks,
They're quite an int'resting sight.
But if you want to see old folks,
You're in the wrong place --
Go call an usher --
You've caught the wrong cue --
We're very sorry --
You've met the wrong group --
Go get a refund --
You're in the wrong hall tonight!