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Lyrics



The Boomers Are Rising Again. ©2017 L&P Berryman. Music by Lou, Words by Peter.
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Chords, verses (Key of C)
C - G7 / G7 - C / Dm - A7 - Dm - A7 / Gm - Dm - G7
Chords, chorus:
G7 - C / F - G7 / G7 - C - F / G7 - C

1. Arise you Old-Timers and velcro your shoes
Come crone and old codger there's no time to lose
Old fogey and duffer and biddy and grouch
Come gramma and grampa get up off of the couch ('cause)

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CHORUS (after every verse, but with new 3rd line as indicated):
THE BOOMERS ARE RISING AGAIN
THE BOOMERS ARE RISING AGAIN
OUR BONES ARE SUGGESTING WE OUGHT TO BE RESTING
(but) THE BOOMERS ARE RISING AGAIN
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2. We'll stagger and thump thru the land of the free
Like ogres we'll trudge toward the powers that be
They'll see us approach and recoil in dismay
(as) The Geezer Apocalypse shuffles their way
(CHORUS, with:) Our bunions are wishing we'd stop and go fishing (but)

3. We'll oil up the wheelchair and polish the cane
And ready our speech for a world gone insane
We'll dust off our signs from the marches of yore
Oh yes we have signs; we have done this before,
(CHORUS, with:) Our tendons are whining we should be reclining (but)

4. We'll strap on our oxygen, pack up our meds,
And hop on a bus to the land of the feds
They'll stop and take heed when we lurch off the bus
Cause most of the bastards are geezers like us,
(CHORUS, with:) Our blisters are pleading we should be home reading (but)

5. Tho we may be wielding a menacing crutch
We're mostly non vi'lent I'll tell you that much
But they should beware as we're catching our breath
That given the chance we can bore them to death,
(CHORUS, with:) Our kids are supposing we'd rather be dozing (but)

6. And if we're too feeble to flop out of bed
And seek a less physical protest instead
We still have our fountain pens all full of ink
And cursing in cursive looks good don't you think?
(CHORUS, with:) These confounded marches are hard on the arches (but)

7. When death clips the wings of old buzzards like me
The geezer apocalypse has a plan B
For when the grim reaper slows down our attack
The Zombie Apocalypse picks up the slack (and)
(CHORUS, with:) Oh bury me upright and leave me a flashlight ('cause)