This old man, he play one,
he play walk like I walk, son.
With a six-pack, heart attack,
leave me all alone,
this old man come rolling home.
This old man, he play two,
he play listen I know you.
With a back-slap, wisecrack,
cut me to the bone,
this old man drove me from home.
This old man, he play three,
he play don’t talk back to me.
With an Abraham and Isaac,
change to baritone,
this old man afflict his home.
This old man, he play four,
he play imitation lore.
With a gimcrack, bronze plaque,
soldier’s tomb unknown,
this old man forgot his home.
This old man, he play five,
he play let’s see you survive.
With a headwhack, flashback,
man-made danger zone,
this old man oppress his home.
This old man, he play six,
he play world is made of pricks.
With a greenback, smokestack,
no one else can own,
this old man he sold my home.
This old man, he play seven,
he play eight by tens of heaven.
With a Kodak, Cadillac,
turkey’s dry wishbone,
this old man lured me from home.
This old man, he play eight,
he play duck and obfuscate.
With a brainwrack, sidetrack,
who he is unknown,
this old man pretend he’s home.
This old man, he play nine,
he play everything just fine.
With a handclap, laugh track,
telephone postpone,
this old man believes he’s home.
This old man, he play ten,
he play Rex Coelestis, men.
With an ack-ack, nightflack,
flashbulb hecatomb,
this old man destroys our home.