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© 1999 Cat Catalani I wear my bifocals on a chain I turn my hearing aid up loud so I can tell above the crowd What numbers are called in the game As we cover up the spaces on our cards The tension in the room begins to rise You get to be with friends until the evening ends It doesn't matter who gets the prize They're calling B-19, that's how it begins The neighborhood has changed For better and for worse When I walked the dog one time, I was victim of a crime Somebody stole my purse That purse was full--but not with cash Of course that kid, he didn't know--ha!-- That purse I had fixed it so when Mitzy did her business That's how I carried it home They're calling N-42, I was hoping for an "N" Bridge: When I get home I'll put a record on I can still get here on my own People say I'm looking well But I'll go into a rage if you ask me my age My motto is, "Don't ask, don't tell" Sometimes I wonder about What the afterlife will hold for me No one's saying, but me I'm praying God rewards eccentricity They're calling O-88, that's how it ends |