Streaking

I'm thinking of the 70's And how it'd really be a hoot To bring that one thing back That we all secretly would love to do No I'm not talking discotheques Or the donning of leisure suits I'm talking about stripping down To nothing but our tennis shoes We could start out in the mall Since that's were most of us hang out Amid all the teenage screams Between all the incredulous shouts With security running here and there In a tizzy there about If they have the nerve to catch us No way are they going to pat us down We might even get our 15 minutes As news camera closely chase us Blurring out our naked bodies Leaving only happy faces Spending most the time in edit As we bend to tie our laces So grab your canes and grab your walkers And we'll head off to the races Of course that is a major problem Barely spry no longer young With the drooping of most everything Being issue number one And seeing most of you in your birthday suits Doesn't sound like that much fun And how in the world can we call it streaking When it'll be more like hobbling