Parody Song- “I’m 68”

“I’m 68”

Young man, when I was your age

That’s right, young man, I used to be on the stage

So, young man, there’s a wheelchair around

And I don’t need my glasses

Hey boy, get a bottle of pills

I say, hey boy, eating here or to go

We can eat here, with two refills for drinks

Now let’s get back to the car

(Happy old man breakdances in the restaurant.)

I’m really old and now I’m 68

I’m really cramped and now I’m 68

They have burgers with cheese for you boys to enjoy

Get a table with all the sauces

I’m really old and now I’m 68

It feels so good that now I’m 68

There’s some napkins to grab, with a box of those fries

We get in more traffic near my house

(Happy old man grabs the manager’s microphone and sings.)

Young man, can you speak up a bit?

Hey, young man, where’s my hat and my shoes?

Well, young man, I can pull my pants up

Young guys don’t understand me

No boy doesn’t have to grow up

Yeah, here boy, put my cane on the door

And just go there, to pick up my bag to go

Everything has been done here

(Old people in the restaurant start breakdancing along.)

I’m really old and now I’m 68

I’m really cramped and now I’m 68

They’ve got burgers with cheese for you boys to enjoy

Grab a table with all the napkins

I’m really old and now I’m 68

It feels so good that now I’m 68

There’s some sauces to grab, with a box of that grub

We get in more traffic near my house

(Old people start breakdancing out of the restaurant.)

Young man, have you seen my old shoes?

I’ve said, go around and pick them up

Everybody has seen me alive

I feel a cramp right in my back

There’s someone who’s been looking for you

Say, my boy, let’s just walk up the ramp

There’s a restaurant only just next door

We can bring something back on my way

(A food fight occurs in the parking lot.)

I’m really old and now I’m 68

I’m really cramped and now I’m 68

We’ve got burgers to go for you boys to enjoy

Don’t forget the straws and all the bags

I’m really old and now I’m 68

It feels so great that now I’m 68

There’s some boxes to pick, and our sauces with food

We get in more traffic near my house

(Everybody cheers for the singing lunatic.)

I’m 68, I’m really old and now I’m 68

Here boy, come here boy, there’s a wheelchair around

Here boy, come here boy, get my cane from the ground

I’m 68, I’m really old and now I’m 68

(Cars begin honking in traffic and the drive-thru piles up.)

Hey boy, come here boy, can you hear me now?

Young man, well, where do you want to eat?

I’m 68, it feels so good and now I’m 68

No boy, young man, doesn’t have to grow up

Here boy, come here boy, put our cups on the hood

I’m 68, it feels good that now I’m 68

(The singing lunatic tosses away the microphone and heads to his car.)

Well, young man, have you seen my old shoes?

Well, boy, come here boy, I was down with disco, I’m 68

(A happy old man dances on his wheelchair with bags in his hands.)

Note: This is a parody of “Y.M.C.A.” by the Village People.  No copyright is intended.

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