©2005 Lou & Peter Berryman
Are they kicking you out of your
home?
Are they letting you go at the mill?
We'll rent you a shed, complete with a bed
Welcome to Elderlyville
We've a hut with a ramp, and a desk,
and a lamp,
And a bargain collapsable cot
A mahogany plank for your oxygen tank
And a plate, and a pan, and a pot
There's a hook for your wig by the
print of a pig
Shooting pool on the wall by the door
And for grandchildren note, they can sleep on your coat
After flopping it flat on the floor
When taxes have taken their toll
Your financial future is nil
n'You wake up at dawn, and your pension is gone,
Welcome to Elderlyville, oh,
Welcome to Elderlyville
We've a granary bin out o' plywood
and tin,
With a couch, and a sink, and a trunk
And a shelf, with a box, for your dwindling stocks,
And a broom, and a bowl, and a bunk
There's a bag for your beans and
your AARP magazines
And a seasoning rack for your pills
With a nail underneath for a set of your teeth
By a bulletin board for your bills
When what you bring in every week
Is less than the price of a pill
So you have to pick between hungry and sick
Welcome to Elderlyville, oh,
Welcome to Elderlyville
We've a volkswagen bus with a Macintosh
plus
And a cord that runs out thru a hole
Over blocks of cement, included in rent
With a place for the plug on a pole
There's a tub for your duds with
a hole for the suds
And a drain running down to the ditch
While the hatch is improved with the engine removed
As a hutch for your hooch by the hitch
When the library closes at five
And the air has acquired a chill
And your camper's been sold, and the gutter is cold
Welcome to Elderlyville, oh,
Welcome to Elderlyville
We'll
pop for a snappy toupee
A jug of insufferable booze
And a newsletter too that's delivered
to you,
With the wretched retirement news
In a chalky chartreuse we've a tiny
caboose
From the end of a carnival train
Or a popsicle van with a chemical can
And a catch for a crutch or a cane
With an overhead light that's a
welcoming sight
On the shadowy side of maturity
Where you don't have a lot, but you wouldn't have squat
If you didn't have social security
When everything's fallen apart
They say that you're over the hill
Come and see us; we'll pay for the bus
Get off at Elderlyville, oh,
Welcome to Elderlyville