He's an old gray human bein'
Spends his days and nites a' peein'
Play'n Facebook games for free
He'd like to swing and jive on
But it's kinda' hard to thrive on
Social In-security..

Edgin' past the prime for diddles
Lately, just carves wood and whittles
A real unbusy bee..
Has to modify his drinkin'
Sips iced tea - beer's wishful thinkin'
Social In-security..

If he were rich he'd fly,
Sail cruises, bask on shore
And he'd play and win those lotteries, galore
Take off to Vegas, win some more..

He'd be Cuban cigar puffin'
Not here nibbl'n' on a muffin'
Chaperoned by poverty
Dine on caviar, not bran flakes
But for now, looks like it's pancakes
Social In-security..

Social In-secur-i-ty...

Sometimes, he gets kinda' cranky
Blame it on no hanky panky,
Or irregularity
Gets so lonely at his station
Often chats with automation,
Or phone telemarket'ry

Transportation, mostly hikes it
Hibernates alone, but likes it
Divorced - free of family
Ladies - he don't have much luck with
Since he's busted, and he's stuck with
Social In-security

Social in-se-cur-i-ty..