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I don't need your rockin' chair Your Geritol or your medicare But I still got neon in my veins This gray hair don't mean a thing I do my rockin' on the stage You can't put this possum in a cage My body's old, but it ain't impaired I don't need your rockin' chair I ain't ready for the junkyard yet 'Cause I still feel like a new corvette It might take a little longer, but I'll get there Well, I don't need your rockin' chair I don't need your rockin' chair Your Geritol or your medicare I've still got neon in my veins This gray hair don't mean a thing I do my rockin' on the stage You can't put this possum in a cage My body's old, but it ain't impaired Well, I don't need this rockin' chair Retirement don't fit in my plans You can keep your seat, I'm gonna stand An Eskimo needs a Fridgedaire Like I need your rockin' chair I don't need your rockin' chair (he don't need your rockin' chair) Your Geritol or your medicare (Geritol or your medicare) I've still got neon in my veins (still got neon in his veins) This gray hair don't mean a thing (his gray hair don't mean a thing) I do my rockin' on the stage (does his rockin' on the stage) You can't put this possum in a cage (can't put this possum in the cage) Yeah, my body's old, but it ain't impaired (yeah, you know it ain't impaired) Well, I don't need your rockin' chair (he don't need no rockin' chair) My body's old, but it ain't impaired (yeah, we all know you ain't impaired) I don't need your walking chair Uh-huh
Writer(s): Kerry Kurt Phillips, Billy Wayne Yates, Frank Dycus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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