But who to pass the torch to?
Smells like desperation.
Every day’s the weekend
Chillin' how I do
Smells like coffee-time.
Sold the city home
And moved on to island life
Smells like wet dog.
Waking up each day
Free to spend it with my wife
Smells so sweet.
Bought an old rv
Soon to take it on a whirl
Smells like freedom.
We may not be the golden age
But can spend it with our golden girl
Smells like good times.