Experienced

I was born before the eight track A very long time ago Our telephone had a party line There wasn't anyone we didn't know My neighbor wasn't Fred Flinstone Contrary to popular belief Our women wore those mini skirts Instead of an old fig leaf Our microwave oven was a heated rock That was sitting out in the sun We'd turn that steak twenty times Then we'd know it was done Our computer was our fingers and toes So twenty was infinity We grew our food in the garden But even then we hated those peas Our bathroom was an outhouse Out back was where it was at A magazine was our toilet paper And that's all I'll say about that Now you might say I'm getting old But that's just simply not true Cause when the lights go out and don't come back I'll survive much longer than you I call myself experienced Cause I lived life in the past And when they take away your luxuries Lets see how long you last