Staying Alive – a re-imagining by Sydney Hanson Mandt
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walker
That I’m old. I like to talk
All about my aches and pains.
And the food I eat is all pureed.
It’s alright. It’s okay if you don’t hear the things I say.
‘Cause i don’t care if you understand,
And I’ll just say them all again.
If I had my druthers,
I’d live with my other kid.
Staying alive, staying alive.
See my hands are shakin’. I wish I could eat bacon.
I’m stayin’ alive, barely alive.
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin’ alive. Stayin’ alive.
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin’ aliiiiiiiiiiive.
Oh I’m old!
Is that my paper over there?
Is that the robe I like to wear?
Slippers are my daily shoes.
The weather is my favorite news.
It’s alright. It’s okay
If you don’t hear the things I say.
‘Cause I don’t care if you understand,
And I’ll just say them all again.
If I had my druthers, I’d live with my other kid.
Stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
See my hands are shakin’. I wish I could eat bacon,
I’m staying alive, barely alive.
I go on Facebook,
Go outside to smoke.
And then I take a nap.
I don’t like bedtime.
Tolerate mealtime.
And bathroom time is crap.