Listen Lady

I met an elder lady on a plane the other day
She told me 'bout her dog whose name is Boo
That he was an alcoholic in the good old fashioned way
And that sometimes she herself indulges in a good old brandy too

I looked at her and saw her eyes were real red and old
Like two cherries from a century ago
Then she opened up her purse and took out pictures from a fold
That were wrinkled and that showed a girl
in an oldtime Broadway show
She looked and said
'Those were the days. Today's just Rock and Roll.'

I said 'Listen Lady don't you know those Broadway days are gone?
And wrinkled photos will not bring them back
The roaring twenties ended such a long long time ago
An that is something, with respect,
That even you should know.'

She stared at me in disbelief and firmly shook her head
She gently put her skinny hands in mine
'I never tried to rearrange these times again my boy
And these pictures are just memories
That help me pass the time
'Cos I know it is yours
It isn't mine.'

I said 'Listen Lady don't you know the Broadway days are gone?
And wrinkled photos will not bring them back
The roaring twenties ended such a long long time ago
An that is somethin, with respect,
That even you should know.'