We are the Baby Boomers

Born after the war

In 1950 I was foetal

Then I grew up with The Beatles;

Our watchword’s always “Mustn’t Grumble”

Snowflakes we abhor

They’re owed a living they assume

They bleat about their stress and gloom

I wouldn’t give them elbow room

But show them out the door.

 

We are the Baby Boomers

Nearly now old gits

Jobs were plenty; we got hired

Now we’re mostly all retired;

Jobs for life not hard to come by

Steelworks or the pits

It’s scarcely fair for me to mention

But I draw to your attention

All of us have got our pension

Lucky, lucky gits.

 

We are the Baby Boomers

Past our sell-by date

We were born throughout the 50’s

Now we’re pushing through our 60’s

If you youngsters want a pension

You will have to wait;

I’ll tell you what you’ll need to do

You’ll have to work till 82

(That’s if there’s some left for you!)

God Bless the Welfare State.