This Ain't No Bat-Mitzvah
We're here to celebrate the coming of age,
This ain't no bat-mitzvah it's called MIDDLE AGE.
Nancy Freudenthal or "Fruity" in those days,
Could make the boys stare in a glassy daze.
Raised in Nashville and always running around,
She came from Belle Meade, "The other side of town".
This ain't no Bat-Mitzvah its middle age.
Then its off to Maryville where she "experienced life",
Little did she know she was to become my wife.
She was a cheap date then she always drank beer,
But her tastes have gotten more expensive now I fear.
This ain't no Bat-Mitzvah, its middle age.
If you ever go shopping with Nancy just you wait,
She'll be whipping out flyers,coupons & rebates.
The cash register tape she can really burn,
But most of what she buys she'll always return.
This ain't no Bat-Mitzvah, its middle age.
Deciding what to do for your birthday,
It was difficult task I must say.
You said, "No surprise party" well your out of luck,
And quess what- your really going to see the Monster Trucks.
This ain't no Bat-Mitzvah its middle age.
Yes Nancy you can thank Bernadette for all this pink,
This is what your life has become- really makes you think.
But Nancy you have lots to be thankfull for in you life,
Two wonderful kids, your health & that your MY wife.
This ain't no Bat-Mitzvah, its middle age.
To cheer you up people will say, " Your as young as you feel" -you'll see,
But Nancy, you still feel pretty young to me.
So to the rest of your life lets kick it off!
Everyone raise your glass and say "MAZEL TOV"!