Poor Maude Lyrics & Chords By Pas/cal

Poor Maude she's a 115
This year with her hand in her mouth
Its no celebration
Her drooling mug is on every station
Oh God! Poor Maude
Her eyes shut she's dead tired of looking
At the trees and the stars in the sky
And the children laughing
âA hundred years on their still doing the same damn things! â
Hey Maude who put that hideous dress on you
âThe same fool who called the Channel 7 Action News! â
And they had the nerve to question you
âYou lived so long, what has it cost you Maude
What have you got to say for yourselfâ
âCome now we got the camera and lights on you
Speak up, so that the people at home
hear what they want
And in 3, 2, 1 you're on!
âDear God, please deliver a swift blow
At least let me catch a bad cold
And I'll be gone in a fortnight
Could the cameraman please turn off his spotlight
Thank you, good night.â
Come love let's run in front of
The ever-rushing oncoming motors
And just dance
âCause you've got good hands
And mine ain't bad
And our legs are just as good
As they were when they were sold
So come on let's climb on top of
The Pontchartrain or the Penobscot
And hopscotch off their highest height!