Lyrics
People walk their old Labrador
Legs shaking with age
And visit the new park with the children
With gleaming, spiky, blond, baby hair.
Gold stud pressed in their lobes,
Sometimes they sparkle,
Sometimes they sparkle.
I'm trying to find Newsom's spirit here
Trying hard to see the tadpoles
In the rust and the swearing of the children
Taught to be hard
Taught to be old
Taught how to be hard
To be old...