Tabletalk in the candlelight 'til four
The star has heard of the loungecore trend
From a few San Francisco friends
But I tell him that trend ended last year
People who can ride the wave
People who are old but brave
People who can stay in shape
Llook great
People who have style to spare
A and wear ironic flares
People who would rather die than bore
And how did you remain so cool?
You signed your name and sold your soul
I guess you froze yourself, so cool you're truly cold
What's so disgraceful about growing old?
David Cassidy's stallion farm
Donny Osmond is on my arm
He's lost some hair and he's lost some charm
Hello!
Tony Bennett, Zsa Zsa Gabor
Staying relevant is like war
Who got killed and I wonder what it's for?
People who can swing for weeks
With tongues held firmly in their cheeks
Even when their own careers, look bleak
People who are all the rage
And refuse to quit the stage
People who would rather die than age
Did cool help you survive the cull?
The Palace Coup... who did you kill?
And when you write your will
And when you quit the scene
Will you ever hear of Harmony Korine?
Cryogenically frozen
Wrapped in a glaze of 100% pure irony
Sanctified by fashion magazines
Can't you see they're laughing at you laughing at you
Laughing at yourself, old man
But that's the game you choose to play
Yeah, I've heard your shit, that's old shit, man
We're living in a different time, time for a little
Originality, time for a little individuality
Why not try, why not try a little experimentation for a
Change?
Why not try living a little closer to the edge for a
Change?
Be brave enough to run the risk of failure because
Without failure there is no way in to the great
Adventure you've got to be able to crash the plane and
Walk away
Termination of our tolerance for your anecdotes, old
Man
Tell it to St. Peter
How you put down Michael Caine, how you blew up James
Bond
Save your breath
Quit the scene
Save your breath
Quit the scene
Did you ever hear of Harmony Korine?
