Well, they’ll vacciante ya when you’re in the health department
They’ll vaccinate ya when you’re in the education department
They’ll vaccinate ya when you work for the government
They’ll vaccinate ya when you’re trying to get something to eat
But I would not feel so all alone
ah, everybody must get waxxed.
Well, they’ll mandate ya when you’re in the health department
They’ll mandate ya when you’re in the education department
They’ll mandate ya when you work for the government
They’ll mandate ya when you’re trying to get something to eat
But I would not feel such a bot
ah, everybody must get mandated.
No, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred;
you still rail against the masters of cruel, crazy wars
that left thousands of our brave youth abroad dead;
you still roar at the inept occupying city hall sinecures,
and with your own meticulous counter-computation,
you tax the tax-men with angry taxpayers' signatures;
I still hear you snarl at every phony insurance agent,
and expose the shady tricks of any pious cheat
who sounds polite, but with dark motives irreverent;
you fume over some military madness you just read
and lambast each education department egghead,
no, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred !
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