Letras
It's the geriatric narcissistic oligarch Olympics
And I got a front row seat
The bank owns the car, we rent the house
But at least we paid for the street
It's the big bitchin' bonafide baby boomer boss battle
End of '24
I just woke up in the '90s
Too bad I woke up poor
It's the AARP buy gold, JG Wentworth Super Bowl
And their parents are out of the way
So you gots a lotta'splainin' to do
For why you ain't got a Roth IRA
It won't be long 'til the finale
Singin' "Hotel California" in the holy eternal choir
For givin' us such amazing music
We could almost forgive you for a situation this damn dire
It's the geriatric narcissistic oligarch Olympics
And we've all got a front row seat
As long as I can use the WiFi
As long as I ain't gotta think