I’m retired Go around me I’m retired I don’t care (spoken like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive) You seem so troubled By my slowness In your anxiety to get from here to there You won’t take my advice but driving slow is nice I get to see the swans and geese and deer Always there are more o’ ya In the City of Victoria What prompted you to move from there to here? Oh, you moved cause you hate snow? And I hear you fine although Somebody should have warned you that the pace of life is slow I’m retired, go around me Get off my bumper, please don’t pound me Of all the drivers, yes, you found me! I’m retired, go around me. Our family understands That we are now the grands Who taxi the grandchildren when they’re here spoken overtop (and the great grandchildren…) And driving slow is great And we are never late Your hurry's no concern of mine I fear. We stop for farm fresh eggs so kids can stretch their legs And gramma wants to buy more crap to put in garden sheds I’m retired, go around me Get off my bumper, please don’t pound me Of all the drivers, yes, you found me! I’m retired, go around me.