I met an old lady, she was sixty five,|Look out baby 'cause I'm coming alive,|She turned up the volume, and stomped on the floor,|Threw on her headphones, and toked up some more||(Chorus)||Well she sat back, rocking in her rocking chair,|Mrs. T Crowbar, let down her grayish hair,|and she sat back, rocking in her rocking chair|||She said that she remembered,|When she was seventeen,|All the world was crazy,|It was living broken dreams,|Her grandmother swore,|She should buy a rocking chair,|Turn up the wireless,|And let down her hair||(Repeat Chorus)||She said now sonny there ain't|much that I can say for sure,|'Cept music in the world|has always been a cure,|For broken-hearted lovers and stoned out freaks,|And moments of doubt when you're feeling weak||(Repeat Chorus)|