Geezer Man Says

pot roast ain't
red meat
fucking assholes don't
know a fucking thing

     71 years makes you
a geezer
and fifty years as head chef
slinging the same food
on the same plates
for the same family
of the same restaurant
for the same pay
makes you
a geezer

pot roast ain't
red meat

     71 years makes you
a geezer
who can rub up against
the blond waitress
(the one with big tits)
and squeeze her ass
while you try to remember
what a hard-on is
and you hope the wife
remembers to pull up her pants
after hitting the john
maybe you'll be lucky
and she'll wipe herself
as you finally remember the last time
you had a hard-on
before she lost her memory
turning into a crazy bitch

pot roast ain't
red meat

     71 years makes you
a geezer
to the young snots the owner hires
who rip him off
by stuffing lobster tails into
dirty jackets to feed the kids
or impress their old lady
and the owner doesn't care
'cause he's got a red ‘vette
and he's got a red mustang
and some other car the color of red meat
that he pours money into
'cause he thinks he's important
(just 'cause his mother got lucky
when her old man died)
and now he owns the restaurant
Geezer man says

pot roast ain't
red meat
fucking assholes
they're all fucking assholes
71 years and I ought to know
fucking assholes from
fucking assholes

pot roast ain't
red meat