O.K. if we want to pick on the king . . .
Elvis Presley's Senior Citizen Song
> 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 it's 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, 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, and his gout lingers on.
> Tell me dear - are you lonesome tonight?
> 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?
DonM (no I didn't write it.)