Dinky Fleck - 75 years old Lyrics

My hair's all white, might be a bit slow
But I've got skills that few people know
I can mumble with grace, look important with ease
These talents are sure to impress and please
I'm seventyfive years old,
But I didn't lost my hope
At the jobs office I'm told
There are still ways I can grope.
I'm no longer able to pick up the trash
For centenarians I'm still looking fresh
I might not be able to get a useful job
But I don't consider that be a prob
I'm seventyfive years old,
But I didn't lost my hope
At the jobs office I'm told
There are still ways I can grope.
I've mastered the art of the meaningless wave
My handshake's limp, but I act so brave
I can nod off in meetings, wake up with a quip
These qualities make me a natural fit
Too old to fly a plane
But I know how to feign
I'm a master in telling tales
False or true, all for sales
Years I've consumed
Beautifully groomed
People think I'm wise
Yet I'm skilled in telling lies
I'm seventyfive years old,
But I didn't lost my hope
Two jobs left, so I'm told
American prez or pope
American prez or pope (I've got hope)
American prez or pope (I've got hope)
American prez or pope (I've got hope)
So vote for me now, or make me a saint
With talents like these, there's no constraint
So vote for me now, or make me a saint
With talents like these, there's no constraint