Forgotten Antique

Some might say I'm old-fashioned Well that's just simply not true I know nothing at all about fashion But I'm old so what am I to do I was born in the nineteen sixtys A sun heated rock the microwave Cable tv meant wearing the tin foil hat And no I didn't live in a cave My bathroom was called the out house A place where deep thoughts begin I know I sound like I'm ancient But the Flinstones were not my kin Some of you might think this funny But such was the life for me I'm not old just a forgotten antique Or a piece of history