Paul Vanni
Mildred Gillespie sits in her wheelchair grumbling to no one,
In the care facility’s community room staring ahead she mutters
Surely Debbie will bring the baby to see her today,
Proclaiming that in her day, people were much more moral.
In the care facility’s community room staring ahead she mutters
That young people today have no respect for their elders,
Proclaiming that in her day, people were much more moral;
She curses Henry’s decision to let Rebecca move to Chicago.
Where young people have no respect for their elders,
She complains that the nurses here won’t let her go home,
She curses Henry’s decision to let Rebecca move to Chicago.
She demands to know when The Price Is Right comes on.
She complains that the nurses here won’t let her go home,
She can’t believe that Henry preceded her to the grave.
She demands to know when The Price Is Right comes on,
She can’t find any apricots or peaches in this strange place.
She can’t believe that Henry preceded her to the grave.
She complains it’s unbecoming for women to become police officers,
She can’t find any apricots or peaches in this strange place,
She doesn’t like the young guitar-playing nun who sometimes visits.
She complains it’s unbecoming for women to become police officers,
She detests playing bingo in this place’s community room,
She doesn’t like the young guitar-playing nun who sometimes visits.
Anyway, these immoral young people need to start going to church.
She detests playing bingo in this place’s community room,
Surely Debbie will bring the baby to see her today,
Anyway, these immoral young people need to start going to church.
Mildred Gillespie sits in her wheelchair grumbling to no one.