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!

One thought on “Mighty Old Man

  1. 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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