What happened to them keys to me car?
It was right here on the table, by the bar,
Could it have walked out the door today,
While I was lookin '. Around, the other way.
Where have they gone, those Glasses of mine,
Me minds forgotten and no it's not so fine;
Is it old age, or am I going blind or mad,
But no one will listen to me, oh that's so sad,
Where have they gone, me false teeth, today,
I need them back in me mouf, what do I say;
Everything seems to disappear from me quickly,
Till me get so frustrated, I get hot and prickly.
Oh here is me keys, in the fridge, say oh why,
And me glasses were under the bed, oh I sigh;
And now here's me teef, in the microwave, but how,
I'm sure it's my unseen visitor, hey you rotten cow.
I know some days our old age gets us down,
It makes us frustrated till we're upset and frown;
But don't let anyone say I'm stupid old thing,
Cause I'll just laugh, then a funny thing I'll sing.
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