Lyrics:

(Frank Dycus - Billy Yates - Kerry Kurt Phillips)
Chorus:
I don't need your rockin' chair, your Geritol or your Medicare
Well, I still got Neon in my veins, this grey hair don't mean a thing
I do my rockin' on the stage, you can't put this possum in a cage
My body's old but it ain't impaired, well, I don't need your rockin' chair
I ain't ready for the junkyard yet
'Cause I still feel like a new Corvette
It might take a little longer but I'll get there
Well, I don't need your rockin' chair
Chorus:
I don't need your rockin' chair, your Geritol or your Medicare
Well, I still got Neon in my veins, this grey hair don't mean a thing
I do my rockin' on the stage, you can't put this possum in a cage
My body's old but it ain't impaired, well, I don't need this rockin' chair
--- Instrumental ---
Retirement don't fit in my plans
You can keep your seat I'm a gonna stand
An Eskimo needs a Fridgedaire
Like I need your rockin' chair
Chorus:
I don't need your rockin' chair, your Geritol or your Medicare
Well, I still got Neon in my veins, this grey hair don't mean a thing
I do my rockin' on the stage, you can't put this possum in a cage
My body's old but it ain't impaired, well, I don't need your rockin' chair
My body's old but it ain't impaired
Well I don't need your rockin' chair... Uh Huh...