DREAM-TEAM CLASS AT HOME

There is Lucy, Kate, Charmaine
As I step down from Lorraine
And there to greet me is Madonna sans papa
Down the hall I look and there runs Magda
Coming through with my viagra
It's good I've such a dream-team class at home

Yes they awesome unseat me
Charms reaching, guile discreetly
It's good to teach that dream-team class at home

Old Milhous is still standing; no, he ain't all cracked and dry
Just like the old oak tree that I used to play on
From Charmaine I move to Beth and Mary
Peggy Sue the walking dairy
It's good so much obscene teen ass on loan

Then I awake and look around me
At this wheelchair that has bound me
And I realize: subconscious only streaming
Old age is hard and I'm a sad old cripple
All three legs feel not a ripple
It's then I touch my keen lean cleanhead dome

Not a soul comes to see me and I fade to blank senility
As they wheel me through serene mean twilight home