Lyrics

Well, he’s a good year in to his 8th decade.
And the maladies have shown up in spades.
He’s got Chessie dragging him down the block.
Seems Father Time done sped up the clock.
That dog broke his ribs, he’s got a Baker’s cyst.
And something’s pinching his L5 disc.

71, writes Cindy.
And if you open up his fridge you’ll find steak and car keys.
He can’t stay awake to watch the Nats
Remembers what he says but forgets his pants
But he’s back on radio, he ain’t done.
He’s Tony Kornheiser, 71.
Who says the Golden Years ain’t fun?
He’s Tony Kornheiser, 71.
Can’t hear me? Time to turn those hearing aides on.
I said you’re Tony Kornheiser COMMA 71!

*A parody of "Too Much Fun" by Daryle Singletary