When I'm old I'll live with my
kids.
And make their lives happy and filled with
such fun!
I want to pay back all the joy they've
provided,
Returning each deed, oh! they'll be so
excited!
When I'm old and live with my
kids.
I'll write on the wall with red, white and
blue
And bounce on the furniture wearing my
shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave
it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh! How
they'll shout!
When I'm old and live with my
kids.
When they're on the phone and just out of
reach.
I'll get into things like sugar and
bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then
shake their heads
And when that is done, I'll hide under my
bed.
When I'm old and live with my
kids.
When they cook dinner and call me to meals
I'll not eat my green beans or salads
congealed.
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the
table,
And when they get angry, run as fast as
I'm able!
When I'm old and live with my
kids.
I'll sit close to the TV, through the
channels I'll click.
I'll cross both my eyes to see if they'll
stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away.
I'll play in the mud till the end of the
day.
When I'm old and live with my
kids.
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh
And thank God in prayer, and then close my
eyes.
And my kids will look down with a smile
slowly creeping And say with a groan
"they're sweet when they're sleeping..."
... When I'm old and live with my kids ...