“Move on over, rover —
Don’t you know you’re done?
Can’t you read the writing on the wall?
Check the vista, mister —
Clock the setting sun;
Getting kind of late for you to stall.
“Time to muster, buster —
Time to fade away,
Lot of good men here parked on the beach.
Smell the roses, Moses —
Each dog has his day,
Take the goddam watch and make a speech.”
Pushy young turks are impatient for news,
Young Cinderellas are singing the blues,
Wannabees, just like you used to be... Choose!
Whose gonna fill this dead man’s shoes?