Lyrics

Baby Boomer Bum (on banjo in G tuning)

G7
On the highway, in my hybrid, I was saving gas and going slow.
Some bikers roared passed me and I said, “What do those kids know?”

Hell’s Angels chains and leather. They looked hard as nails.
Till I saw their smiles and pot bellies and gray ponytails.

Refrain
C G7
Now I want to be a Baby Boomer Bum,
Travel ‘round the country, quit my job and have some fun,
Sell the house, get a Harley, a laptop and some rum.
C D G
I want to be a Baby Boomer Bum.

We’ll get a camping tent for two, find a warm and sandy beach.
But we’ll need a 9-inch air mattress and keep our glasses within reach.

Refrain

Maybe I’ll move to a college town where I can teach a class.
I’ll throw out all their textbooks, get them talking and smoking
(insert noun here).
Refrain

Words and music by David B. Hakan,
©2009 All Rights Reserved
3-13-2009