Hey old lady, move over,
your carcass is in the way.
Limp, limp to your final dank stone cover.
Now, now, rude madam, don’t shove ‘er,
you see she’s not long for this day.
Hey old lady, move over
whatever you do, don’t hover,
I’m not kindly disposed toward anyone today.
Limp, limp to your final dank stone cover
Damn it, Damocles! Don’t hang that sword above her.
You afford her too much sway.
Hey old lady, move over
Yeah, yeah, I know you all love her
I know you all want her to stay
Limp, limp to your final dank stone cover
Let the clever robust young take over
before your conscience leads them astray
Hey old lady, move over
under your final dank stone take cover
under your final dank stone take cover
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