My brother and I were talking about wanting to retire at our earliest possible convenience and start a band called The Old Farts

Old Farts Vs.1 When oh when will I retire Slip out of the yoke, leave the quagmire Get on with the life to which I aspire Where no one tells me to work Or makes me perspire Chorus: I wannabe an old fart with nothing to do Just an old fart whose laughing at you For working and slaving like I had to Up until the day my pension came through Nest egg Powerball Vs.2 When the golden handshake comes And I say kiss my ass, nose to thumb Gonna pawn the watch and shake off the crumbs That never will repay me For all that I’ve done Vs.3 All of us boomers will be gettin’ there soon Social security’s my silver spoon Double “a” RP like a sixties commune Buying everything for a song Acting like some tycoon