Well, retirement ain't what it used to be
There never is anything on the TV
The food isn't real, and the wimmin ain't loose
So I'm just sitting here with Roy, Don, and Bruce
And if you think I'm crazy in the head,
Well, the one thing I know is that I still ain't dead

Domino Death -- We're playing with tiles
Domino Death -- Never see any smiles
Domino Death -- They're black and I'm blue
...and if I manage to stand up, I could play shuffleboard, too! Uh-huh.

Hanging out in the new Henry Ford home
A mall across the street if I wanted to roam
We got bus service running to Southfield and back
And we're only two miles from a running Amtrak
And if you think that I shouldn't like this, I got a tape of Frank Sinatra singing
-- Frank Sinatra

Domino Death -- I got a double-two
Domino Death -- Still ain't nothing to do
Domino Death -- Or Mahjongg if you like
...and we got Dr. Jack Kevorkian and an exercise bike

Domino Death -- Man, the table's on fire
Domino Death -- Going down to the wire
Domino Death -- Time to get out the door
...they'll make you sit through Montel for 60 minutes or more!

Written 1994 (4/8) by Gerald L. Bliss.

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