" Old Man " Poor,wrinkled, old man Can't hear a thing each day Looking for his hearing aid again But his eye sight is ailing His feet are sore with years of wear And on the floor he falls with no one to catch him His kids couldn't care And his wife left long ago All the abuse he dished out is coming back to haunt him Even the poor kitty ran away On his death bed he lays on the floor all alone Cause he couldn't control himself so much All the liquor rushing to his head The circulation is stopped and Now he dies and not a soul gives a care