Well, shake it up, baby, now (shake it up baby)
Ahm, that thingy of paprika has been in your cabinet since you were fitty. Shake it up bebbe. Way to the left and way to the right in the nooks of your closet - are outfits from when Archie and Meathead were popular on TV - shake it up baby - Savers, Goodwill, Salvation Army, wherever whatever, git ridda them.
Twist and shout (twist and shout)
It's icy out. En route to car, we slip. We catch our-self, but we slip. Damnit darnit. We twisted, now, shouting. Prolly woulda been better off had we fallen all the way, broke'a hip - six weeks in bed, catered meals, heightened personal concern over little ole me. Instead, we slipped, twisted, caught ourself, SHOUTED.
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now (come on baby)
Hurry up Grandpa... WHO drives the speed limit anymore? Scoot it over OG.... "MOM, grandpa just went pee ten minutes ago... we gotta pull over again?".... 2nd in line at QT, not a moment to spare to make it to work on time: "Dad burnit, I wish Walter Brennan would pick out his 12 scratch off tickets some time other than rush hour, I'm gonna get fired."
Come on and work it on out (work it on out)
Work out.. Up from the EasyBoy to get another beer (Working on a 6 pack).... Laps, as in 7, from midnight to 4am, bed to pee, and back... Work it on out: Milk of Magnesia, prune juice, coffee, water. Say, did you hear about the constipated mathematician? He worked it out with a pencil. Sorry, kinda, not really. I'll erase it if you really want me to.
Well, work it on out, honey (work it on out)
Sweatin' to the Oldies. Getting one's steps in looking for golf balls in the woods. Not tonight Mildred, I'm out of Mr. ED blue thingys... pulled a muscle.. slipped, twisted, shouted, cussed.... it ain't a Holiday, whatsup?.
You know you look so good (look so good)
You really really do. I knew when I met your momma fitty years ago, you'd still look good now.
You know you got me goin' now (got me goin')
Well.. i guess I kinda, sorta, did, feel a twitch. We shall see bebbe... twitch and shout? Are we toooo old to shout during you know? What if my choppers fly out? OH BABY you're gonna have to shout I ain't got'ma hearing aid in... and no worry on the choppers, they're in that glass on the nightstand.
Just like you knew you would (like I knew you would)
I admit to owning 49% of the stock you beautiful thing you. Momma knows best. Life ain't multiple choice, it's "Yes honey." "OK honey."
VICTOR! PLEASE DON'T HIT THAT PUBLISH BUTTON IN THE UPPER RIGHT HAND CORNER.
Oops. Sorry.
We old. We ain't dead.
By Henry and Mildred Gibson
Love, Victurd
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