Post #5 I am a Garwood Senior song April 2011

A tribute to Garwood Seniors from the Garwood Senior’s Club:

This was a great song, rousing. I brought a bunch of kazoos from the dollar store and passed them out. Odd but not many seniors knew how to Kazoo. One senior asked if this instrument was teh same as tissue paper over a comb. Yes it is, and that brought back memories from when i was in kindergarten. We made them.

Oh! I Am a Garwood Senior
Sung to the tune of “McNamara’s Band” (me name is mcnamara, I’m the leader of the band)-music by O’Connor & Stanford

Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 3/20/11


Oh,
I am a Garwood Senior; I’ve been living here since when
Ol’ Harry T was president and maybe before then.
Our house cost 7 thousand and our taxes half a grand
I know those were the good ol’ days we thought it'd never end.

(Chorus)………
OH!
The Thatcher smoked, Aeolian broke, and Center Street was flat
The Oakland house, a nickel beer, we need no more than that.
Our telephone line was called Sunset 9, your neighbors called to chat.
North Avenue, on a Saturday, you heard the baseball bat.

Our kids went off to Franklin School or Washington to learn,
Or Viet Nam if older then, the communists must burn.
Monsignor Walsh’s model T, the handle he did crank
Bud Leonard held the judges bench and troubled kids he spanked.

(Kazoo and Harmonica interlude).........
(Chorus)………
OH!
The Thatcher smoked, Aeolian broke, and Center Street was flat
The Oakland house, a nickel beer, we need no more than that.
Our telephone line was called Sunset 9, your neighbors called to chat.
North Avenue, on a Saturday, you heard the baseball bat.

We're in the year two thousands and we're happy in our prime.
The things that cost a dollar, well they used to cost a dime
And we meet each second thursday at the Garwood Seniors Club
And talk about how Garwood was the great industrial hub.

(Chorus)………
OH!
The Thatcher smoked, Aeolian broke, and Center Street was flat
The Oakland house, a nickel beer, we need no more than that.
Our telephone line was called Sunset 9, your neighbors called to chat.
North Avenue, on a Saturday, you heard the baseball bat.