Song Description

6 Pack entry I missed ... timing issue... they're on the east coast...

Lyrics

Golden Years
Lyric for 6 Pack Song?
©2007 Joseph Miller 323-899-3652

Well I spilled my coffee while its hot
Fightin? for a parking spot
Looked down checked my socks
One is blue one is not
Hey you you?re runnin late
But I don?t care I?m losing hair
I was sure I had it when I left
But I don?t see it anywhere
I gotta meet the boss at nine
Show him everything is fine
Maybe he won?t notice
Maybe he went blind
Now there?s hairs stickin out my nose
Hell I never noticed those
And what about those grey things
Growin? out my ears
The boss is gonna fire me if I?m a minute late
My wifes got a birthday but I forgot the date
My oldest boy informed me that he is turning gay
My wife said ?get over it? we love him anyway
My daughter showed me proudly her new tattoo
It said ?I Love you Osama and this is all for you??
And this is just the first of my GOLDEN YEARS
Hey its only 9:02 but God I need a beer
Let me catch my breath
Let me calm myself down
I see my boss and he?s watching me
And he?s wearing the biggest frown
I gotta pull myself together where is my report?
Can I tell him that the dog ate it when I was in court
Would he buy it if I told him that the space men had come
Tied me down and probed me and left me there for fun
Well I don?t think I?ve got a way in hell out of this
Except theres ?Publishers Clearing House? where I can?t miss
Or a weekend in Vegas Jerkin on them slots
Or write a tune for Broadjam? mmmn that?s hot!!
I guess I didn?t plan well to be in this spot
Mick Jagger stole every friggin? song I got
?No Satisfaction? and ?Honky Tonk? Girls
I still can?t figure out how be broke into my world
Now I still have to figure out what I?m gonna say
When the boss asks me where is that report that?s due today?
But I?m thinking bout my socks ? my two un-matching pair
Not to mention my hair what the hells happened there??
These are my GOLDEN YEARS
That time of strange and totally unexpected tears
These are my GOLDEN YEARS
Pull yourself together now soon you?ll find the answer how
You?ll give the boss that damned report and finally have your day in court
But I?ve been layin up at night starin at the street lights
Hopin? for a revelation aspirin for my palpitations
Keep your trust in God but don?t forget to lock the nation
Keep your balance act strong nice firm handshake
Your teeth are white, your smile is bright and Britneys gonna be ALL RIGHT
I wonder bout the view on the Fox 11 News
Is there really life out there beyond their truths?
I think about my boss just 10 steps away
Could I maybe kill him make a clean getaway?
My cars double parked would that be the evidence
That final clue from CSI that puts me in the pen?
I try to stare straight ahead but then I start to twitch
How could he do this to me that smug son of a bitch !!!
These GOLDEN YEARS
When hair falls from my head and sprouts from the tops of my ears
These are the GOLDEN YEARS
Check your pulse check your gas stick a finger up your *ss
Prostate, penetrate, natures call can?t wait
Bend over cough sir I think you need some time off
I hear you Doctor and that?s nice of you to say
But what about my Mortgage and them other bills to pay?
Will a time ever come that I can truly call Gold
Or do I go straight from here to six feet under and cold?
Well I can?t Can?t Can?t take it any more
I need to take a day or two take some time and think it through
The Doctor says a little rest would perk me up and give me zest!!
Well I can?t even catch my breath from thinking bout impending death
God say you didn?t mean to make me look like Mr. Bean
My wife says she loves me but her passions growing cold
She had a little yard sale and our beds been sold
These GOLDEN YEARS these times of strange and uncontrollable tears
Stand up straight police yourself hey your late? you friggin? elf
How does he say that to me is he some kind of royalty
I checked the mail the Clearing House is steering clear of my house
And Broadjam thank you ma?m has sent me to the outhouse
My hope for number one have all gone to CAPUT
And Margeret and her seven things have booted me from two
And you?ve got the nerve to ask me why I didn?t do my work?
Did you ever look at Broadjam you pesky little jerk?
He said ?Hey, You da Man! I knew you?d understand
Why we?re shuttin down the company and formin? us a band
I said ?no shit you?re a songwriter too??
He said I?m in the contest at 192!!!
We?ll all cash in our retirement plans
Try our hand in the ?Battle of the Bands?
My wife and the kids have done flew the coop
And I don?t even have a place where I can take a poop
We?re in the GOLDEN YEARS
I?d like to strangle the man that called it the GOLDEN YEARS
Hey lets go get that beer?