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

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