Corner Bench Chronicles

(haha, wheeze) Look at

that one over there,

Bill.

Fifty years

on this wooden bench

Watching the world

put up a picket fence

We saw the hats get smaller and the heels get high And

three generations of cars roll by

(coughing, chuckle)

Oh, the things we've seen from this corner spot

What we remember and what we forgot!

(hahaha) From the high-button shoes to the internet news

We're just two old codgers with nothing to lose

Remember seventy-four when the parakeet escaped?

And the mayor got his trousers all tangled up and taped?

(oh boy) They chased that bird all the way to Tenth Street

While we sat right here and rested our feet

Oh, the things we've seen from this corner spot

What we remember and what we forgot! (heh-heh)

From the high-button shoes to the internet news

We're just two old codgers with nothing to lose

They paved the cobblestones,

they built the concrete tall

But we're still sitting here,

ignoring it all

(snort, wheeze)

Let them rush,

let them run, let them fly We've got the best show under

the sky

Oh, the things we've seen from this corner spot

What we remember and what we forgot!

(ooh-yeah) From the high-button shoes to the internet news

We're just two old codgers with nothing to lose

Fifty more years, what do you say?

(eh? speak up!) Same time tomorrow,

same bench, same way (haha,

wheeze)