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After working all of his life Barely two months and landed in strife Can you believe it he had two strokes And now he's dead, now what a joke Don't tell Big Brother, he thinks I'm the same But I can't waste my life away Unlike the others, I have a plan One day my job will be getting a tan You'll see one day I'll break free And move to the country Even for a retiree One day I hope it's me One day I'll swim the seas Roll down hills and climb up trees Years before my seventies One day I hope it's me He raised a family, always with a grin His wife had been stealing everything She's a lawyer, divorce settled fast She's got the house, the cash must last The child support takes all of his money How can he start again at fifty-three? Can't see the point of a relationship Can't see myself boarding that ship You'll see one day I'll break free And move to the country Even for a retiree One day I hope it's me One day I'll swim the seas Roll down hills and climb up trees Years before my seventies One day I hope it's me You'll see one day I'll break free And move to the country Even for a retiree One day I hope it's me One day I'll swim the seas Roll down hills and climb up trees Years before my seventies One day I hope it's me The family swarmed after he had died Never visited while he was alive Fell off a ladder, no one there to see Never stopped to say hi, for biscuits and tea For seven years a family lived in their garage The husband owned the house from which they were barred Tragedy struck, worth more dead than alive The family hardly mourned and began to thrive I'm leaving for the country Years before my seventies One day I hope it's me One day I hope it's me
Writer(s): Joel Dobbins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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