|We’re over the hill but don’t feel sadThis side of the hill ain’t all that bad.So give us „five“ and then a smileTo us who have been here for awhile.With by-pass pain and mended hipAnd plumbing fixtures prone to drip;We all may seem a sorry lot,But we rejoice for what we’ve got.We have each day and what it bringsAnd on our pensions live like kings.For the press that accuses what we takeTo coin a phrase, „Let them eat cake.“We’ve paid our share for unused knowledgeAs the kids are now all done with college.We complain to them about our healthAs they worry about our dwindling wealth.And though our wardrobes may be plainWe’ll suffer no more labor or pain.Now it’s with cane we do our strutAnd if we can’t drive – we still can putt.We’re mean and tough, meet all demands,Why, M&M’s melt in our hands.Yes, we’re still here, and it does delight usThat you join our fight against arthritis.But we ask you make a pledge todayThat you’ll be careful what you say.We have to spread „Over the Hill“ fearOr we’ll have those young folks over here.
