Old Things
Cars with fins baby, kerosene lamps
Pick up trucks and phonographs, polyester pants
Baseball cards, comic books, ancient 8 track tapes
A lunch box with a cover from the Planet of the Apes
Do you like old things? I surely hope you do
You're not getting any younger and I'm getting older too
Now I don't mind progress but it's hard to get attached
To a new idea that's obsolete the moment it gets hatched
Porcelain poodles, jewelry made from paste
Records from the big bands that play on 78s
Ooh, there's nothing better than the smell of a used bookstore
We'll get lost between the covers. Don't make 'em like us no more.
Do you like old things, honey? I surely hope you do
'Cause you're not getting any younger and I'm getting older too
I don't mind progress but it's hard to get attached
To a new idea that's obsolete the moment it gets hatched
As we travel on beyond the summertime of life
Old people can provide a peep into the other side
Cranky and forgetful, watching every dime
She can cook without a book, bakes cakes like Duncan Hines
Well do you like old things, the things you really trust?
Baby, my mama needs a place to live and she's moving in with us
She's the genuine article, a treasure from the past
Just think of it, free babysitting!
Now what more could you ask?
Oh just think of it, free babysitting!
What more could you ask?
Oh just think of it, free babysitting!
What more could you ask?
Pick up trucks and phonographs, polyester pants
Baseball cards, comic books, ancient 8 track tapes
A lunch box with a cover from the Planet of the Apes
Do you like old things? I surely hope you do
You're not getting any younger and I'm getting older too
Now I don't mind progress but it's hard to get attached
To a new idea that's obsolete the moment it gets hatched
Porcelain poodles, jewelry made from paste
Records from the big bands that play on 78s
Ooh, there's nothing better than the smell of a used bookstore
We'll get lost between the covers. Don't make 'em like us no more.
Do you like old things, honey? I surely hope you do
'Cause you're not getting any younger and I'm getting older too
I don't mind progress but it's hard to get attached
To a new idea that's obsolete the moment it gets hatched
As we travel on beyond the summertime of life
Old people can provide a peep into the other side
Cranky and forgetful, watching every dime
She can cook without a book, bakes cakes like Duncan Hines
Well do you like old things, the things you really trust?
Baby, my mama needs a place to live and she's moving in with us
She's the genuine article, a treasure from the past
Just think of it, free babysitting!
Now what more could you ask?
Oh just think of it, free babysitting!
What more could you ask?
Oh just think of it, free babysitting!
What more could you ask?
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Writer(s): Ezra Idlet, Keith Grimwood
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