I sit here on the park bench
Thinking about how I'm blessed
Heck, I've had my share of woes
No use in getting all stressed
The sun is shining; birds are singing
I'm throwing bread out for the pigeons
Sometimes if I'm a mite hungry
I've been known to eat a smidgeon
Some people call me old and senile
And maybe a little touched in the head
My behavior may seem just a little bit odd
But it sure beats waking up dead
I wear wonderfully bright colored clothes
And my purses and shoes always match
I love putting on lipstick and rouge
And wigs 'cause my hair resembles thatch
I reckon I'm a pretty good looking old gal
'Cause men still try to hit on me
At my age, I just want to play the field
I'm a sexy old broad, you see
By cracky, I've lived an adventurous life
A real world traveler I've become
Pshaw!! I see two men coming toward me now
To take me back to the lunatic asylum