Trout Fishing In America Who Knows What We Might Do
He's pushing the grocery cart, looking for deals,
When all of a sudden he kicks up his heels.
Someone his age, just the thought of it.
He hops on the back as he takes it outside,
It's a cart, it's a scooter, a ticket to ride.
Someone his age, who'd have thought of it?
Acting your age is getting harder and harder to do,
When the age that you're feeling inside's
More the size of your shoe.
Who Knows What We Might Do.
She's somebody's mother in sensible clothes,
But she's got a secret and nobody knows.
Someone her age, just the thought of it.
She put money away in the tip of her shoe,
Went to a parlor and got a tattoo.
Someone her age, who'd have thought of it?
Acting your age is getting harder and harder to do
When the age that you're feeling inside's
More the size of your shoe.
Who Knows What We Might Do.
They're out on the dance floor, they're older than dirt,
They're laughing and blushing and starting to flirt.
People their age, just the thought of it.
She used to teach tango, he sang in a band,
By the end of the song they're too tired to stand.
People their age, who'd have thought of it?
