The Wrinklies Jamboree

The Wrinklies Jamboree

Once we were young and in our prime
And on the razzle all the time.
But now we’re old and past our peak,
We only get out once a week.

We tend our garden every day
And read to pass the time away,
For breakfast it’s a bowl of bran
To regularize the ageing man.

Chorus:
Your time will come, believe you me:
Your weekly wrinklies jamboree!

Our teeth, like stars, come out at night
And spectacles improve our sight.
One thing alone fills us with glee:
Our weekly wrinklies jamboree.

Gone are the days we danced ‘til dawn.
Our hair is white. Our clothes are worn.
And here’s a fact that’s even sadder:
One cup of tea will fill our bladder.

Chorus.

So what’s to live for? you may say.
What keeps us going through each day?
For Jim, and Bollo, Tel and me,
Our weekly winklies jamboree.

We chew the cud, and long debate
How did the world get in this state?
We gaze with bored and drooping lids
At photos of each others’ kids.

Chorus.

Out come the cards; for penny stakes
We gamble hard like Hogarth’s rakes.
Now where d’you think our money goes?
In weekly games of dominoes.

Dreaming of times the barmaids knew
We’d sink ten pints without ado.
Then stagger out with heavy load
And shed our cargo in the road.

Chorus

So life go on. It’s quite a game
To climb the stairs in a Zimmer frame
As one by one our friends expire
To fuel the crematorial fire.

We still find pleasures. Raise a glass!
Free teeth, free telly, free bus pass!
We make the best of what’s to be:
Our weekly wrinklies jamboree.

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Lyrics: Roger Coghill, ([email protected]) 14 February 2015