Twisting By the Pool
Drifting in a daydream I am
And we are twisting by the pool;
She's wearing go go boots hot damn,
An old girlfriend of mine – how cool!
Man, even my daydreams are old;
Who the hell still twists by the pool?
And if truth's to tell I've been told;
Yeah, my grandkids think I'm a tool.
When twisting by the pool to explain,
Their old grandpa was a dancing fool,
They look at me like I'm insane
And keep on texting by the pool.
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