Eighty-Two

(to the tune of Taylor Swift’s “Twenty-Two”)

It feels like a perfect day to take out my false teeth
And make fun of those youngsters. Uh uh. Uh uh.
It feels like a perfect day for those high waisted pants
To keep me looking groovy. Uh uh. Uh uh.
Yeaaaah.
I’m dazed, confused, and emotional at the same time
It’s not the way I’d pictured it, oh no.
Today’s the day when I forget about my birthday
It’s sad. Uh uh.

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling eighty-two
I’m running out of other people who feel like I do
You don’t know my old crew
But I bet you want to
Everything will be okay if we keep nodding off
Like we’re eighty-two. Eighty-two.

It seems like one of those days
Nursing home’s too crowded. Too many wheelchairs
It seems like one of those days
I ditch the four-eyed and end up poolside
With sunscreen applied.
Yeaaaah.
I’m dazed, confused, and emotional in the best way
It’s just the way I’d pictured it, oh yeah.
Today’s the day when I forget about my bedtime
It’s cool. Uh uh.

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling eighty-two
I’m running out of other people who feel like I do
You don’t know my old crew
But I bet you want to
Everything will be okay if we keep nodding off
Like we’re eighty-two. Eighty-two.

Eighty-two.

Sam (with a little help from Ms. Swift)