Replace this Lady Caca song with anything by El Debarge, and I hope that this is me when I reach pepaw-age (in like 10 years or some shit).
This old dude’s pacemaker is slowly melting in his chest, his bowels are moving into his Depends and his one good hip is a kick away from splitting into two, but he doesn’t care. Dude is dance dance dancing as though every bitch in that bar has pockets full of caramel squares to throw at him. He knows that he won’t be able to roll out of his Craftmatic in the morning, but he’s got an itch in his soul that won’t go away unless he drops that shit low. And yes, this is what happens when you smoke Bengay out of a catheter bag.
P.S. – Just stamp those annoying young dudes with the “HO SIT DOWN” label and ignore them. They can’t do it like pappy.