Parody of “Survivor's Song”, words and music by
Julia Ecklar
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Parody lyrics ©1998-04-12 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Tell me about love. Tell me of mobility.
Fertility, agility.
Tell me that the lines I see are signs of our maturity,
How wisdom in our waning years
Will help us through that change of gears.
Yes, tell me now.
Tell me that we're young. Tell me we're at least in love.
We'll get some to grow tired of.
Tell me why we've waited for what lies behind the bedroom door.
Tell me that the face I see is not the work of toiletry.
Yes, tell me now.
Tell me about love. Tell me that security
Is all that it's cracked up to be.
That we have versatility.
That love uniting you and me will transend our mortality,
That rotting teeth and spreading waist
Will not conspire to make us chaste.
That lust can be alive again, we can stay awake to try again.
Tell me that senility won't fill us with hostility,
Tell me in three decades that you'll be something worth looking at.
You'll be nothing worth looking at, so tell me now
That I am.