Lyrics

The real old school in the house
Give it up for the geezers

Had our golden years all planned out
Small pension, golf cart and a Florida house
But congress put a hit on Social Security
Mugged us of our dignity despite our maturity

Tax we paid with every check we earned
Time to collect we the ones gettin burned
There’s nothing we can do if we can’t get paid
‘cept eat cat food, and drink haterade

Listen up cuz while we drop some knowledge
We raised our little boy, put him through college
Only safety net is our next of kin
Look out son, cause we’re movin in (what!?)

We’re movin in (what!?)
We’re movin in (what!?)
Pull out the couch cause we’re movin in (what!?)
No arguin (what!?)
No arguin (what!?)
Pull out the couch cause we’re movin in

Name’s Spinal Twist, check my orthopedic kicks
‘cause I stoop farther south than the St. Lunatics.
I’m still getting play and it’s all thanks to Pfizer,
Keepin me stiffer than my Yankees cap visor

My station wagon windows are dark with tint
I subscribe to vibe and I get the large print
They call me Martini got substance abuse
‘cause I’m always playin gin and sippin on juice

Our son wants to know if we can pay the rent,
But without benefits we ain’t got 50 cent,
We don’t pack a nine, we’re just strapped for funds
But we’re still game killers for our bachelor son

[interlude]

Social Security payments are far from erratic
“it’s broke and failin” don’t believe that static
This crisis is a fiction there would be no debate
If we all pitched in at the same tax rate

There’s a cap on how much millionaires pay
Even though we all work like every single day
These are the facts but they’re provin’ thin
So pull out the couch ‘cause we’re movin in

We’re movin in (what!?)
We’re movin in (what!?)
Pull out the couch cause we’re movin in (what!?)
No arguin (what!?)
No arguin (what!?)
Pull out the couch ‘cause we’re movin in

Alright now younginz, you’re our last resort
‘cause sooner or later, we’ll be needin support
If you don’t want roommates just learn this rap
It’s only one line, shout SCRAP THE CAP

Scrap the cap
Scrap the cap
Throw your hands up
Just scrap the cap

Scrap the cap
Scrap the cap
Throw your hands up
Just scrap the cap

Credits

Underwritten by: Social Security Works Washington and the Economic Opportunity Institute

Lyrics: Aaron Keating, Alex Stone, Ben Pelhan

Performed by:
Ron McGaha as “Dad”
Sally Davis as “Mom”
Alex Stone as “Son”
The Raging Grannies and Greenwood Senior Center members as “Posse”

Music Composer and Producer: Doug Von Korff

Music Programming and Mixing: Evan Brubaker | Forgiveness

Produced, directed and edited by: Ben Pelhan
Assistant Director and Assistant Editor: Omm’A Givens
Production Assistant: Zac Barta

Special Thanks:
Greenwood Senior Center
The Raging Grannies
Washington Public Employees Association
Dominic Cascioppo
Kathy Cummings
Susan Levy
Rebecca Meiksin
JJ Stein
Barta Photography