Samuel and Rosella

Samuel and Rosella
Song
Artist	Lemon Demon
Written by	Neil Cicierega
Appears on	Dinosaurchestra
Sung by	Neil Cicierega
Duration	4:49
Genre	Alternative
Language	English

Samuel and Rosella is the 6th bonus track on Dinosaurchestra.

Lyrics

Samuel and Rosella, both were eighty-two years old

Sharing an umbrella, slowly down the street they strolled

And all around the world was changing in a manner of ways ranging

From dialect to fashion, the state of affairs, absolutely clashing with the world that was theirs

"I don't understand these kids today," said Rose

"Yeah," responded Sam, "take a look at this boy's clothes."

The young man exiting Hot Topic made them feel so misanthropic

Samuel and Rosella didn't like the way he dressed, they closed their umbrella, and they rammed it through his chest

Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation

With such determination

Samuel and Rosella, they are disgusted knowing

How wrong this world is going

A fact they don't mind showing

In fact right now they're blowing up the local mall

And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

Now after being in love for sixty years

They were both agreeing that the end was drawing near

So, why not cause a little trouble?

Who'd suspect a sweet old couple?

Rose was always saying "That kid's gotta go."

Samuel was obeying, never saying no

Sam was a disaster, when she smiled his heart still flipped

Who'd imagine after sixty years he'd still be whipped?

But nonetheless she loved him dearly

They'd hold hands while cavalierly

Burning baggy jeans in the middle of a shop

Or killing silly teens for listening to the hippity-hop

Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation

And music video station

Samuel and Rosella, they are disgusted knowing

How wrong this world is going

A fact they don't mind showing

In fact right now they're blowing up the local mall

And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

These kids today, with their sleepy expressions

And their Satanic tattoos

And their running around in the arcade parlors

And their shiny gold "blam blam" or whatever they call it

And their dangerous skateboards

And their Chef Boyardees

And their dang-fangled computer machines teaching them how to make bombs

And their iFrogs or whatever they call it

And their automobiles with the wheels that look like they're still spinning when they stop

And their trenchcoats

And their colorful tee-shirts with the Marxist propaganda on them

And their thong sandals

And their Britney Spears's husbands

And their powdered wigs

And their peg legs with the decals on 'em

And their low-carb diets

And their Rockin' the Vote

And their collectible bottle caps

And their tiny little cameras inside the tiny little portable telephones

And their "For Shizzle McFizzley Ding Dong Dizzle" Snoopy Dog language

And their general disrespect towards their elders

Well they can burn in hell, I say, every last one of them!

Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation

With such determination

Samuel and Rosella, they are disgusted knowing

How wrong this world is going

A fact they don't mind showing

In fact right now they're blowing up the local mall

And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol (Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol)

Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

Trivia

• This song features bass playing by Alora Lanzillotta.