(instrumental intro)

When I get older, losing my hair
Not too long from now
Will I get a social security check?
G.O.P. has made it a wreck!

They have been working 'til quarter-to-three
Like bees in a hive
Will they still need me, will they still feed me
When I'm sixty-five?

(instrumental break)

You'll be older, too
Ah, and if you say the word
I wish to be you

Gingrich is angry and blowing a fuse
Where's our money's gone?
Cut the budget and they say they're on our side
They're just taking us for a ride!

When we retire, this money we'll need
To keep us alive
Will they still need me, will they still feed me
When I'm sixty-five?

Every summer we will sweat and swelter
In the humid heat because fans cost too much
They don't give a damn
They've brought us to our knees
Gingrich, Dole and Gramm

Heard that Rush Limbaugh give me a line
Right wing point of view
He said just precisely what he means to say
"G.O.P.'s not going away!"

What are the answers?
What is the norm?
How will we survive?
Will they still need me, will they still feed me
When I'm sixty-five?

Will they still need me, will they still feed me
When I'm sixty-five?