There will be bell bottoms at the nursing home with me grinin'
And 'Play that funky music white boy' will be spinin'
With body shirts clinging to a hairy chest
Gold necklace that bobs and jiggles at its best
As I strut my stuff going to meal time
Seeing all the cool ladies in their midi skirts so fine
And when I dig it in the sun, man will I be fun
Chrome sunglasses with big lenses will be the one
You see the 70's was where it was at
And ya see straight away I'm going back.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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