Mighty Old Man

Sitting in his chair, a classic piece of art
With silver hair and another man’s heart
He’s not the giant who whipped and squashed my sisters, my brothers and me
The navy piss-and-vinegar from years back were buried at sea
But do not throw the box that the soap came in away
If you try to take his Pine-Sol and make him take his pills he’ll say:

(Refrain)
I am not done yet
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol, my horse is my easy chair
I am the Mighty Old Man

His rack of slacks are now two pairs of sweat pants
His Frank Sinatra has become a George Burns
But what he is defies my pen and outlasts his bones and his skin
A St. Augustine/Marlon Brando/King Kong American man
A clement Captain Bly, a cranky Mr. Christian here to stay
If you try to take his lawnmower and make him go to sleep he’ll say:

(Refrain)
(Jerry Lee Lewis part)

I am not done yet
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
I will not be moved
If you bring me my food I’ll take care of myself
I’m the Mighty Old Man
I am not done yet
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol, my horse is my easy chair
I am the Mighty Old Man

Here we go, Dad!

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Anonymous June 17, 2012 at 9:50 pm

Happy Father’s Day you Poopster!!! Had to play Mighty Old Man for Mom… ’cause Dad rocks!
Love you, Dan!
The Suz-meister–that would be “Sister” to you!

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