A new song for JB
Posted: September 6, 2004 10:02 am
The wife and I were out to dinner last night...our first "date" since we became empty nesters with both boys off to college now.
We were having an interesting discussion about our college years and how different yet still the same in many respects from our two sons. With one in London and the other in Portland, we concluded that "When we die, we want to come back as our own kids".
That got me thinking....what a great new tune for JB....the leader of the Boomer parade who has his own keets traveling the same roads as ours but in different directions.
So here is the plan...lets write a new tune for Bubba. I've done the first draft below. Everyone add a stanza or even a new chorus. We just keep writing and having fun with words and rhymes and hope that Mr. B (or one of his spies) picks up on what us BN folks are up to and writes us a tune.
Remember, no critiques, no pride of authorship, no royalties....this a collective gift to Jimmy for years of helping us survive parenthood...as the people our parents warned us about!!!
So, here goes....first draft of a new Buffett tune...destined to either die in cyberspace or be a new hit single!!
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When we die we want to come back as our own kids
Both sons off to college
Our money they have spent
We’re hoping they gain some knowledge
But a different kind then when we went.
One is off in London
We think he’s going to class
But he tells he’s going a travelin’
To Oktoberfest then to France
The other is in Portland
The City of the Rose
He tells us that he’s been studying
But we parents never truly know
Chorus
We are the mighty Boomers
We work and play real hard;
We spend our money freely
On our kids, near and far
We laugh and cry and wonder why the years have gone so quickly
And when we die we want to come back
As our own kids
Both kids have our credit cards
Our hard earned money in their banks
We don’t expect very much in return
‘Cept a phone call and some thanks
This empty nest is fun so far
We hope we will enjoy it
Looking forward to the future days
When we find the laundry room door ajar
“Cause that’ll mean their home to see
If Mom and Dad are doing well
We’ll just smile and set them free
Ah, the story’s we could tell….
Chorus
We are the mighty Boomers
We work and play real hard;
We spend our money freely
On our kids, near and far
We laugh and cry and wonder why the years have gone so quickly
When we die we want to come back
As our own kids
We were having an interesting discussion about our college years and how different yet still the same in many respects from our two sons. With one in London and the other in Portland, we concluded that "When we die, we want to come back as our own kids".
That got me thinking....what a great new tune for JB....the leader of the Boomer parade who has his own keets traveling the same roads as ours but in different directions.
So here is the plan...lets write a new tune for Bubba. I've done the first draft below. Everyone add a stanza or even a new chorus. We just keep writing and having fun with words and rhymes and hope that Mr. B (or one of his spies) picks up on what us BN folks are up to and writes us a tune.
Remember, no critiques, no pride of authorship, no royalties....this a collective gift to Jimmy for years of helping us survive parenthood...as the people our parents warned us about!!!
So, here goes....first draft of a new Buffett tune...destined to either die in cyberspace or be a new hit single!!
____________________________________________________________
When we die we want to come back as our own kids
Both sons off to college
Our money they have spent
We’re hoping they gain some knowledge
But a different kind then when we went.
One is off in London
We think he’s going to class
But he tells he’s going a travelin’
To Oktoberfest then to France
The other is in Portland
The City of the Rose
He tells us that he’s been studying
But we parents never truly know
Chorus
We are the mighty Boomers
We work and play real hard;
We spend our money freely
On our kids, near and far
We laugh and cry and wonder why the years have gone so quickly
And when we die we want to come back
As our own kids
Both kids have our credit cards
Our hard earned money in their banks
We don’t expect very much in return
‘Cept a phone call and some thanks
This empty nest is fun so far
We hope we will enjoy it
Looking forward to the future days
When we find the laundry room door ajar
“Cause that’ll mean their home to see
If Mom and Dad are doing well
We’ll just smile and set them free
Ah, the story’s we could tell….
Chorus
We are the mighty Boomers
We work and play real hard;
We spend our money freely
On our kids, near and far
We laugh and cry and wonder why the years have gone so quickly
When we die we want to come back
As our own kids
