Mickey
07-10-2001, 01:19 AM
When I'm an Old Lady
When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my son,
and make his life happy and filled with such fun,
I want to pay back all the joy he's provided,
returning each deed. Oh he'll be so excited
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
I'll write on the walls with red, white and blue,
and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and, "Oh!" he will shout
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
When he's on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things, like sugar and bleach.
Oh he'll snap his fingers and then shake his head
and when he's done I'll hide under the bed.
...when I'm and old lady and live with my son.
When my son's wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals,
I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.
I'll gag on my okra, spill my milk on the table,
and when she gets angry, run fast as I'm able.
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
I'll sit close to the TV, through channels I'll click
I'll cross both of my eyes to see if they'll stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
I'll play in the mud 'til the end of the day.
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
And my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping
and say with a groan, "she's so sweet when she's sleeping."
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my son,
and make his life happy and filled with such fun,
I want to pay back all the joy he's provided,
returning each deed. Oh he'll be so excited
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
I'll write on the walls with red, white and blue,
and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and, "Oh!" he will shout
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
When he's on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things, like sugar and bleach.
Oh he'll snap his fingers and then shake his head
and when he's done I'll hide under the bed.
...when I'm and old lady and live with my son.
When my son's wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals,
I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.
I'll gag on my okra, spill my milk on the table,
and when she gets angry, run fast as I'm able.
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
I'll sit close to the TV, through channels I'll click
I'll cross both of my eyes to see if they'll stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
I'll play in the mud 'til the end of the day.
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
And my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping
and say with a groan, "she's so sweet when she's sleeping."
...when I'm an old lady and live with my son.