Lyrics

Old TV reruns, their evening spree In tales of yesteryear, they find their glee [Pre-Chorus] They look at the sky, reminisce with a sigh Time’s flying by, on this life's long flight Analog hearts in a digital scene Chasing the sunset, in their old routine [Verse] They rock the party with stories from ’73,Clueless to memes, they miss the irony.Clicking on scams, sharing fake news freely,“Dial-up speeds were fast,” they claim sincerely.Socks with sandals, a fashion crime spree,In the fast lane, driving forty-three. [Chorus] I am a boomer, stuck in the past,Holding up lines, moving so fast.Tech illiterate, and proud to be,I am a boomer, just let me be!