When I first rose above the ground And took that fearful step My Parents pushed me to parade Until I felt inept When then I got seven of eight Correct on my exam They told me Harvard wouldn't wait And sat me down to cram In junior high my classmates were Sampling their first beer Thirsty I was but did defer As "drunk" was poor career As college came my thoughts turned more To love and song and art On Dean's advice my study core Was a financial chart I saw my first weekly pay stub When I turned twenty-one With cash removed for Christmas Club And children's college fund I quickly married my first belle Because she took the ring And had a dad who's living well - An economic thing One day I was offered spicy, Scandalous affair But hotel rooms can get pricey My savings needed care Jimmy Wilson and wife Bunny Took off for Mandalay Said we'd go but all my money 's Trapped in four oh one kay Now it is retirement age And doc says I'm soon dead Torn greenbacks strewn about my cage - For this I planned aheadBirth sign: Leo
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