I went to buy some golf clubs
But found it so bizarre
The price to buy a driver
Was the same as my first car
And they say in The Atlantic
I read it for my sins
For seniors—Party Over
The payback now begins
They say my generation
Has too much of the dough
And it’s high time we say good-bye
And let the money go
They told us to stop smoking
And cut back on caffeine
And now they think we live too long
I think that’s rather mean
They’re searching for a scapegoat
And they’re pointing right at us
Arise my fellow Boomers
It’s time to make a fuss
Sure, governments are drowned in debt
So deep it isn't funny
And bureaucrats who run the show are
Are looking for our money
And though I still have bills to pay
Each month I make them barely
The generation now in charge
Says I've got mine unfairly
They claim another crisis
And want a way to end it
I ought to take my money now
And go ahead and spend it
I’ll blow my unfair fortune
And see what it will get me
And going out, I’ll live it up
That’s if my wife will let me