We’re getting old, we’re getting stout, we fart too much from eating sausage and kraut …
We drink too much it’s plain to see … We’ve raised many a glass of cheer indeed …
An old fellow at the end of the bar starts to whistle … While gesturing to the bartender to bring him a Wienerschnitzel …
Another fellow lets out a cry … Hey Joe, You’re getting lazy, my Beer Stein is dry …
Like my old grandmother used to say, when she’d been eating beans and cornbread all day … Hey Sonny, if I lift my leg to fart … Would you up and start to runaway? …
I said, hell no granny ! … Just like you used to snip … “If you feel a big fart coming, warn all by cocking your hip” … Yes we are getting old and ornery too … Sometimes this old bar reminds me of a zoo …
Frankie The Earthman 