Why should a 89 year old man
worry about his credit
At that age he's almost had it
Maybe concerned
about the good credit earned
But not worried
since soon he might be burried

Why should I worry
at age fighty eight
the grime reaper
is knocking at my gate
My doctor keeps trying to
put me in the highrisk category
I started to ask him about
his fat azz eating story
If I'm lucky I might have
fifteen good years left
Bernie Mac was only
fifty when he made the shift
If it's left up to me
I'll live until a hundred and three
so my good doctor
leave me be
At least it won't be worry
that kills me

My credit rating is very good
I don't spend crazy
but I satisfy this fun loving mood
The heck with the numbers
long as I can make the payments
for my field of cucumbers
Bernie Mac use to say
I'm not leaving one freaking cent
to nobody not even my kids
But it seems he left a lot
someone else will spend
his jackpot

My mother-n-law is
eighty-nine years old
My mother is eighty-three
years and still won't fold
Lucky numbers in age
if you ask me
But after eight kids and a
no good husband
her face keeps a big smile
everyone can see

My 89 year old mother-n-law
will still kick your azz
next day smile at you
if you pass
Wave and ask if you
want another
she don't mind the bother

Numbers are in everything
even the number of
sad songs a person sing
One mighty good happy
will get rid of
quite a few crappy
and it will be quite snappy

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