The Curmudgeon Boys

Why so often Do I think That other guys Just make a stink? No matter what You do or say They jump on it With one big nay Yet these same folks With tired jokes Say nothing really new at all Waiting for Their next phone call Long gone their lives Many now With worn out wives All once walked tall Then came age And then their fall Now buried rage Long gone their power They sit around And watch the hour Some now frail Excitement Just the daily mail So God forbid your life is nice They're sure To make you pay a price