BOOMERS BLUES
©1999 polar levine-sine language music/BMI

You used to love the city lights.
Dance in the clubs at night
Screwin' on the kitchen floor
Then go again midnight to four
Now there's trouble with old caboos.
The turkey's comin' home to roost
They're pissin' in your foyer.
The music is too loud
You want some peace and quiet.
You're just one of the crowd
This city ain't for humans.
You better hang tough
Better sell the condo.
Shake that boomer butt

Eisenhower kickin' ass.
Camelot and cheap gas
America on the moon.
Little Richard Pat Boone
V8 Ford and Cadillac.
Super Bowl and a six pack
Now ya can't swim at the beaches
Stay out of the sun
You soon will be outnumbered.
World War III has come
No time for despair. Ya gotta hang tough
Get back in the street.
And shake that Boomer butt

Alternative medicine.
Barbie wants the same as Ken
Human rights and health care
Livin' under purple air
Cigarettes and acid rain
CIA pushin' 'cain
Congress gets the news 30 years late.
Little smiley faces grinning with hate
The party is over. Ya better get tough.
Have a nice day
Better shake that Boomer butt
Friends are gettin' mugged.
Dealers on the block.
Hear the tic tic tic of biological clock
Winter's comin' on. You better hang tough.
Get back on the dance floor
Shake that Boomer butt

SHAKE IT! By any means necessary

©1999 polar levine--sine language/BMI