Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, it's Saturday night at the Golden Years Hop,
Put your hearing aid in and the music won't stop!
Take one for the hip and two for the knee,
Wash 'em down with prune juice, now, daddy-o, look at me!
[Verse 2]
Grandma's in bifocals, Grandpa's got his cane,
Hear that cartilage crackling like a freight train!
Grandpa did the splits and he's still down there,
While Grandma jitterbugs, her walker high in the air!
[Chorus]
Well, we're gonna rock, rock, rock till we drop,
Rock, rock, rock, and we ain't gonna stop,
Till the hip goes pop and the knee goes flop,
We're gonna rock till we drop, drop, drop!
[Sax break: honking tenor sax, 8 bars]
[Verse 3]
Well, the clock struck eight and the dentures slipped,
Uncle Toby spun around and the whole room tipped,
But we're not going home till the band packs in,
Or till eight o'clock when our naps begin!
[Chorus (last time)]
Well, we're gonna rock, rock, rock till we drop,
Rock, rock, rock, and we ain't gonna stop,
Till the bifocals fall and the suspenders pop,
We're gonna rock till we drop, drop, drop!