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Shake what yo gramma gave ya,
Cuz it's your pension that pays ya,
Ain't got many more days left,
So nanna, quake them bones til you break them.

Sittin in assisted living, sippin vitiman D,
Whining bout minorities moving in on the street,
Dining on purree, mmm, what's for lunch today?
Some different colored puddles and
a salisburry steak.

Mashed carrots in they lashes,
corn in they eyebrows,
gummin on a steak mush that didn't come from a cow,
talking out real loud, acting out real proud,
but they scared about the weather so they never go out,

got them nipples to they knees, lumps on they feet,
ripples in they tits and a diaper full of pee.
wool sweater in the heat, crippled and bereaved,
got an artificial hip from when they slipped on the street.

eyes can't see, artificial teeth, cataracts defracting, and they stacked 20 deep,
soiling the sheets, rockin' diabetees, suckin on a caramel, flipper stickin in the sweet.

Cuz they over 85 and somehow they still alive,
so shake yo legs like Tina Turner
til you burnin' in your thighs.

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wearing sunglasses inside
cuz the glare in their eyes,
choke like a canary when the draft rolls by.

Got that osteoporosis and a case of halitosis,
got a growth in your colon so digestion's going slowly,
turnin on the television for your favorite game shows,
complain bout your pain while you catch up on your soaps.

Husband's long gone, so force out some tears,
even though you put poison in his cereal for years,
You yanked the feeding tube out that bastard's mouth
Stuffed his cash in your purse and headed for the south,

smokin in the bathroom so your kids don't know,
got a medical prescription for the dankest dro,
put your dealer out of business when you convinced your physician
that your glaucoma drops weren't enough for your condition.

Cuz they over 85 and somehow they still alive,
so shake yo legs like Tina Turner
til you burnin' in your thighs.

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