…and that other guy

OK, Folks, you know the drill. Allright everyone, let’s gather in front of our large, 13″, Black and White TV set, and watch as a tall, lanky man in a khaki uniform strides out, introduces himself as Sheriff John, and says, “Boys and Girls, earlier this morning I promised you a second birthday song. This one is for our sponsor, Farmer John cahwyguy. As Tom Paxton says, when you reach a certain age, a computer somewhere spits out a card in a basement, and suddenly, a magazine appears at your doorstep. They no longer appear to call the magazine this, but the sentiment is still there:”

So when you find it in your mailbox for the first time my friend
You can tell that you getting older, you’re turning grey
It’s a first sign of decline, it’s a start of the end
When your wrinkles out number your hairs
then it’s headed your way

Modern Maturity, means you’re getting old
When you get the magazine
that you hide from your friends
Once it was Rolling Stone, it was thrill after thrill
Now Modern Maturity means over the hill

When Mick Jagger has his breakfast of yogurt and bran
Does he read of prescriptions by mail or of self-rising chairs
You can keep on rockin’ and rollin’ as long as you can
But then you sit in your little seat and you ride up the stairs

(chorus: Modern Maturity…)

        I’ve looked through its pages and what I see there
Is that everyone looks about twenty-five with white hair

You can buy polyester pants for nineteen ninety-five
You can get your grandchildren’s picture on your coffee cup
And if you’re tired of walking
there’s a scooter that you can drive
Or a button to push if you’ve fallen
and you can’t get up

(chorus: Modern Maturity…)

Copyright (c) 1993 Pax Music (ASCAP)

[Just a note from cahwyguy: Thanks for all the birthday wishes. The day was actually so-so, primarily due to a lingering migraine that started at 3am and has been off and on. The highlight of the day was the Tom Paxton concert we just got back from. I’ll write it up tomorrow.]