Samuel And Rosella Lyrics

Samuel and Rosella

both were 82 years old

sharing an umbrella

slowly down the street they strolled

and all around the world was changing

in a manner of ways ranging

from dialect to fashion

the state of affairs

absolutely clashin' with

the world that was theirs

"I don't understand

these kids today," said Rose.

"Yeah," responded Sam,

"Take a look at this boy's clothes."

The young man exiting Hot Topic

made them feel so misanthropic.

Samuel and Rosella

didn't like the way he dressed.

They closed their umbrella

and rammed it through his chest.

Samuel and Rosella

they hate your generation

with such determination

Samuel and Rosella

they are disgusted, knowing

how wrong this world is going

a fact they don't mind showing

in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall

and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

now after being

in love for 60 years

they were both agreeing

that the end was drawing near

so,

why not cause a little trouble?

who'd suspect a sweet old couple?

Rose was always saying,

"that kid's gotta go"

and Samuel was obeying

never saying no

Sam was a disaster

When she smiled his heart still flipped

Who'd imagine after

60 years he'd still be whipped

nonetheless she loved him dearly

they'd hold hands while cavalierly

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in the middle of a shop

or killing silly teens

for listening to the hippedy hop

Samuel and Rosella

they hate your generation

and the music video station

Samuel and Rosella

they are disgusted, knowing

how wrong this world is going

a fact they don't mind showing

in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall

and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

These kids today, with their sleepy expressions

and their Satanic tattoos

and their running around in the arcade parlors

and their shiny gold "blam blam" or whatever they call it

and their dangerous skateboards

and their Chef Boyardees

and their dang-fangled computer machines teaching them how to make bombs

and their iFrogs or whatever they call it

and their automobiles with the wheels that look like
they're still spinning when they stop

and their trenchcoats

and their colorful tee-shirts with the Marxist propaganda on them

and their thong sandals

and their Britney Spears's husbands

and their powdered wigs

and their peg legs with decals on 'em

and their low-carb diets

and their Rockin' the Vote

and their collectible bottle caps

and their tiny little cameras inside the tiny little portable telephones

and their "For Shizzle McFizzley Ding Dong Dizzle" Snoopy Dog language

and their general disrespect towards their elders

Well, they can burn in hell, I say, every last one of them.

Samuel and Rosella

they hate your generation

with such determination

Samuel and Rosella

they are disgusted, knowing

how wrong this world is going

a fact they don't mind showing

in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall

and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

(off they hobble, drunk on Geritol)

off they hobble, drunk on Geritol