Pascäal - Poor Maude lyrics

Poor Maude she's a 115 This year with her hand in her mouth Its no celebration Her drooling mug is on every station Oh God! Poor Maude Her eyes shut she's dead tired of looking At the trees and the stars in the sky And the children laughing A hundred years on their still doing the same damn things! Hey Maude who put that hideous dress on you The same fool who called the Channel 7 Action News! And they had the nerve to question you You lived so long, what has it cost you Maude What have you got to say for yourself Come now we got the camera and lights on you Speak up, so that the people at home Hear what they want And in 3, 2, 1 you're on! Dear God, please deliver a swift blow At least let me catch a bad cold And I'll be gone in a fortnight Could the cameraman please turn off his spotlight Thank you, good night Come love let's run in front of The ever-rushing oncoming motors And just dance Cause you've got good hands And mine ain't bad And our legs are just as good As they were when they were sold So come on let's climb on top of The Pontchartrain or the Penobscot And hopscotch off their highest height!