When I wrote this at about age 19, I thought it was full of irony - like a Randy Newman song. I suppose it still is, but somehow, the irony doesn't seem all that funny to me anymore.

Oh, babe, let's spend a lifetime together
Lets sign the papers now
Let's go out and buy us a ring...
We could be very happy - bred for success
In my coat of arms and tails - and your best dress

Hey babe did you hear what I said?
I'm tired of spending nights alone in my bed
With magazine lovers in my head
We could build a cottage, baby - with a second-car garage
We'11 grow a little family, and maybe a garden

We can grow old together
Oh I can hardly wait
To see your hair go gray
Your back go bent
Jus' rockin' on the porch swing
For entertainment

Pass the corn chips, pass the time
Remember when phone calls only cost a dime?
Work for forty years of over time (for this)
Oh, isn't it a miracle --- what this life can reap?
Retirement in Florida - before the big sleep