Geritol Gypsy

When I get old and my head turns grey
I know for sure I don't want to stay
At Old Folks Hoax or Leisureville or a condo by the sea
When my work is done and my kids are grown
And my time at last is all my own,
I know just the life I want to lead

cho: I want to be a Geritol Gypsy, drive an RV ten yards long
And roll on down the Interstate, just singing a highway song
I want to be a Geritol Gypsy underneath the open skies
I want to be a Geritol Gypsy till I die.

I want to ramble round from town to town
You never know where I might be found
At a KOA or a roadside rest from Maine to Mexico
So pump me forty gallons, bub,
I want to roll with the Good Sam Club,
Wherever the highway takes me, I want to go!

Oh, you won't find me in a rocking chair
On the old park bench, I won't be there
No, I'll be sitting in the pilot house of a tin chateau on wheels
In the mountain morning, in the desert night
A ramblin' Grandad, doin' all right,
Yes, I want to know just how the wild goose feels

For so many years I've been so bored
But soon I'll reach my just reward
From the pension plan and the IRA and the Social Security
But the long hard pull at last is done
And, dammit, I'm gonna have some fun
A ramblin' renegade grandpa, that'd be me.

(Faith Petric recorded this song & changed the gender.)