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photo of some geriatrics G for Geriatric
You stick us away in this place and forget all about us
But pretty soon you’re going to read all about us
The way that you treat us you’d think we weren’t human
But one of these days you’re going to dig our acumen (look it up in your dictionary)
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photo of some geriatrics
We’re coming out, out in our wheelchairs
We’re coming out, out of the wards
We’re coming out, out on our zimmers
We’re gonna put the G in Geriatric
You rotten finks you label us psychotic
But look around you baby you’ll see you are neurotic
You seem to think that we’re all bent
But we’re not bent we’re just incontinent (you moronic dotards)
I’m that little old lady
Smelling of fish
Don’t laugh at me
I’m your nemesis
You seem to think that we’re all demented
Remember that soon we’ll be your late lamented
We’re your mothers and fathers; we’re your next of kin
But you’re not helping us out your locking us in (you stinking, rotten ageists)