Many a senior's memory range can probably go back to the days of wood or oil stoves, and perhaps watching some black and white quiz show giving away a brand spanking new Amana range with rabbit ears barely pulling in a signal from KOMO in Seattle. Those were truly admiral occasions. 'Them', 'those' times are long gone and yet it's an admiral thing that 'Home On The Range' is still popular today.
As Groucho might have said, you bet your life. Thus from that melody, the following lyrics evolved:
MORTGAGED HEAVEN
Oh give me a home that's still made of wood,
instead of cubicles made of cement.
Where elevators take you there,
way up in the air,
and all the other high rises,
your neighbours windows are there.
With a nice microwave,
a land based telephone,
plus a flat TV high definition screen.
Where the latest breaking news one can hone
and the slabs of concrete flooring
are covered with plush carpeted foam.
Someday when the mortgage is paid
and you virtually own
you still have plenty of taxes to pay.
Like buildings they rise every day.
It's a long way from the days when the buffalo did roam.