[Verse 1]
You'll always hear me say "Hello, Ma'am"
"Thank you", "Good mornin'", "Lookin' fine"
It's all those old folks left here waiting
That left my heart into my mind
[Chorus]
It's a sad, sad feeling
To still be around
[Verse 2]
On every sunny Sunday morning
All golden-aged and sittin' in
Comes out to putter in the sunshine
And shuffle through his deck of bins
[Chorus]
It's a sad, sad feeling
To still be around
And it's the same old tired park bench
Nobody's found
[Verse 3]
Soft wrinkled stories if you listen
About the lazy days back when
Your mom and dad were little babies
And he had friends still livin' then
You'll always hear me say "Hello, Ma'am"
"Thank you", "Good mornin'", "Lookin' fine"
It's all those old folks left here waiting
That left my heart into my mind
[Chorus]
It's a sad, sad feeling
To still be around
[Verse 2]
On every sunny Sunday morning
All golden-aged and sittin' in
Comes out to putter in the sunshine
And shuffle through his deck of bins
[Chorus]
It's a sad, sad feeling
To still be around
And it's the same old tired park bench
Nobody's found
[Verse 3]
Soft wrinkled stories if you listen
About the lazy days back when
Your mom and dad were little babies
And he had friends still livin' then
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