When I'm Sixty-four (apologies to the Beatles)

Apologies to the Beatles.

"When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Social Security won't pay my bills, Medicare won't pay for my ills.
Stock market tanked my "private account," money out the door;
George Bush deceived me, cat food will feed me,
when I'm sixty-four.

Cat food is lovely, mix in some beans, if you hold your nose,
Shiver in a sweater by the railroad tracks, missed my gas bill,
can't pay my rent.
Got to the food bank by quarter to three, someone
locked the door,
George Bush deceived me, cat food will feed me,
when I'm sixty-four."

Yada yada