Well, here's one I wrote (belatedly) in tribute to Mr. Zimmerman for his 60th birthday.

Sonja

Like Bob Dylan, We Are All Aging


Parody Lyrics by Sonja Wilde-Oates © 2001 SWOinPDX@aol.com
Tune: The Times, They Are A-Changing - Bob Dylan © 1963

Come all of you boomers, at work or at home
And admit that the distance around you has grown
And accept it that time will soon ravage your bones.
And your mind has begun disengaging,
Then you'd better wise up, for your cover's been blown,
Like Bob Dylan, we are all aging.

Come, you couch potatoes who depend on Depends,
Admit it's your skin that now blows in the wind.
Seems you've peaked by now, and the young have cut in,
And there's no doubt it's you they're upstaging,
And the memory you lose you may never regain--
Like Bob Dylan, we are all aging.

Come, middle-aged hippies, need I point out
That now it is your body's sagging, no doubt,
And you're easily hurt when you try to work out.
There are battles inside you a-ragin'.
They'll soon shake your dentures and assail you with gout.
Like Bob Dylan, we are all aging.

Come, mothers, fathers, throughout the land,
And admit it is you now who don't understand
Your teenagers' music and their stupid bands;
Your old ways to them are archaic.
Please get off the floor if you're shocked by the dance,
Like Bob Dylan, we are all aging.

The lines, they are growing, as fast as your grass.
You're the slow one now where you used to be fast,
As your promising future is now in the past.
Your star, it is rapidly fadin'.
And the first hairs to fall will not be the last
Like Bob Dylan, we are all aging.

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Removed 2nd copy of song. --JoeClone