Happy with no teeth.
Happy here in hibernation.
Slurpin' on a peach.
Starin' at the situation.
Kitty at my foot.
Meowin' out a conversation.
Rockin' back and forth.
That's my only destination.
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
And that old man is me.
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
And that...
Gotta two string on my left,
Total subsonic vacation.
Gotta chicken on the drums,
Poundin' out a perfect perscription.
Got twenty little worms,
All plugged into amplification.
Got fifteen hundred base drum luggin bug-eyed monkies.
All arriving at the station.
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
And that old man is me.
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch,
And that.
*Spoken*
I'm sittin' on that back porch kickin my legs back rockin' in my rockin'
in my rocking chair sittin' there. My lil' back porch is bout to fall apart,
So I think I might repair it. Just as I'm thinkin' about repairin' it, some
little friends come along with some two string, one string, no string
guitars and they plug 'em all into the back porch. They sit around playin'
all their favorite songs, they kickin' back feelin' real good, real fine,
real full of the wine, and everything's fine, everything's beautiful,
everything's great. I just feel so good. Ya know I'm seventy years old
and I'm sippin' everything through a straw. But I'm a
