Retire To Florida
Retire To Florida?
By Elton Camp
It’s for old persons with leathery skin
The refuge of every sort of has been
Doctors who can’t hear a heart beat
Butchers who no longer can cut meat
Store clerks who are too old to sell
Musicians now unable to play well
The thief grown too feeble to steal
The card shark who can’t still deal
Bikers who can’t keep a Harley straight
Now a motorized wheelchair do rate
Any who can’t cut the mustard any more
Come knock on the Sunshine State door
Where Social Security rules as king
And income, no state taxes bring
If you can withstand a hurricane,
come to Florida and there remain
Where you get sand in your shoes
Hope that an alligator won’t choose
Or mosquitoes won’t take you away
And huge snakes you can keep at bay
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