The 100 Years Old Song 

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I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

Since 1914,
I’ve seen every damn thing.
Two world wars,
No reason, of course.

You’d think we would change,
And move on now.
But nothing has changed,
Not even the sound.

I seen some flapper girls,
When whisky was banned.
We drank out a tub,
When Gin was in demand.

We still needed our kicks,
And even our smoke.
Along came some men,
Like Al Capone.

He asked would I like to join,
His little club.
He said no big deal,
Take a swig of this jug.

I took a swig of his jug,
And I said yeah why not.
Making some shine,
And trying my luck.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

Since I was born, 
All there’s been is war.
On every front, 
On every door.
 
War on the Blacks, 
War on the Poor, 
War on Drugs,
War on More.

I was born in the war,
They said its the last.
How they were wrong,
It did not end fast.

In the land of Germany,
A little man rose.
He stuck out his hand,
He struck a pose.

He caused a big fight,
Everyone was there.
Did it despite,
His own welfare.

To beat Japan,
After Manhattan.
We dropped the bomb,
All it did was flatten.

Killed everyone,
Soldiers and civilians,
Lost our pride,
From Heroes to villains.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

Then it got Cold,
Not directly I’m told.
West versus East,
The Powers controlled.

War on Communism,
What a sham.
Dropped a lot of bombs,
In Vietnam.

Then came Saddam,
Our past ally.
Pushed into Kuwait,
To get his supply.

Stop right there,
This won’t stand.
You can only attack,
Who we demand.

Twenty years going on,
What can we show?
Iraq is gone,
Can we leave them alone?

Have to mention Afghanistan,
If we mention war,
Forever the Taliban,
Who we emplored.

To do our fighting,
In a foreign land.
Against the USSR,
With our hidden hand.

Can’t we just end it, 
All this war, 
I’ve seen it all, 
Can’t take 100 more.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

I may be 100 years,
But I’d still like to live,
100 more,
Who can give?

And you’d think I’d be alone,
Sitting in a home,
Twiddling my thumbs,
Carving a stone.

But I got me a girl,
Living with me,
Yeah I’m not alone,
In the old folks wing.

I don’t call her Eighty-Five,
I call her Eighty-Fun,
We still get our kicks,
Her name is Mari-Unnn.

We like to do a little dancin’,
On the line.
I spin her once or twice,
Call it the wine and dine.

We head back to our room,
It’s not that big.
But big enough for us,
To do our jig.

I ask her are you happy,
With what we got?
She always responds,
That we got a lot.

We got our health,
We got our wealth,
But you’re all I really want,
That’s enough.

So I’ll stick around,
For 100 more.
Because I believe in love,
It’s worth living for.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

I’m 100 years,
And I don’t know when,
I’ll be back again.

Dedicated to Papa Rex and Miss Marian. Based on a true story.
Blessed.

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This American Sadhu

Wandering traveler, writing a story, contemplating spiritual stuff, living austere, and helping random strangers... all rolled into ONE. What fun!

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