Are You Lonesome
Are you lonesome tonight, does your tummy feel tight?
Did you bring your Mylanta and Tums?
Does your memory stray, to that bright sunny day...
When you had all your teeth and your gums?
Is your hairline receding? Are your eyes growing dim?
Hysterectomy for her, and its prostate for him.
Does your back give you pain... do your knees predict rain?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight
Is your blood pressure up and your cholesterol down?
Are you eating your low fat cuisine?
All that oat bran and fruit, Metamucil to boot,
keeps you like a well oiled machine.
If it's football, or baseball...he sure knows the score.
Yes, he knows where it's at...but forgets what it's for.
So, your gall bladder's gone. But his gout lingers on
When you're hungry, he's not. When you're cold, then he's hot.
Then you start that old thermostat war.
When you turn out the light, he goes left, you go right.
Then you get his great symphonic snore.
He was once so romantic, and witty and smart.
How'd he turn out to be such a cranky old fart?
So don't take any bets, this is as good as it gets.
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight.
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