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Taking my old Town-Car out for a little spin,
never suffer through rush hour traffic again.
Now we have time to see all those places we’ve never been,
baby I can’t wait for retirement to begin.

Me and my baby going for a Sunday drive,
only doing thirty-four in a fifty-five.
Slurping a raspberry malt from the local ice cream dive,
I can hardly wait for retirement to arrive.

Hitting Walmart on a Tuesday morning at eight,
going to bed when I want and getting up late.
Taking my sweetie out for a four o’clock dinner date,
man oh man, retirement is going to be great.

Just sitting by the pool letting it all hang out,
white socks and sandals is what it is all about.
Drinking daiquiris and working on my movie star tan,
now that is what I call “A Good Retirement Plan”.

All lathered up with a quarter inch of Ben-Gay,
you can smell me coming from a half-mile away.
As long as I am home before the sky starts to turn gray,
that’s the way I’m gonna live my retirement day.

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