Louis Rosen

Lyrics

Act Two: My Third Act

MY THIRD ACT
(Music and Lyric by Louis Rosen)

There are no second acts in American lives
(Spoken: F. Scott Fitzgerald told me that.)
Well, tell that to second husbands and second wives
My first wife she was crazy
Kind of paranoid and such
My second wife – that’s hazy –
Heaven knows we drank too much
We laughed and loved and fought ‘till we were done
So, whaddya know
My third act has begun

My joints are creaky, my back won’t haul the hay
There’s no one playin’ down where I used to play
Met a young waitress at a diner
And it seemed to be like fate
Felt this mutual attraction –
Finally asked her on a date
She said, “You remind me of my Dad –
This might be fun.”
I said, “Call me Pops”
My third act has begun

Sometimes grief and failure can fill your cup
I was down so long that it felt like up
But I’ll be happy-and-go-lucky for a while
In my irrepressibly middle-class
Bohemian style

I’m waitin’ for my pension to begin
I’ll jump for joy when Medicare kicks in
With the dough I save on health care, I will be a wealthy man
I’ll be workin’ on my memoir while I’m workin’ on my tan
On a beach beneath the hot Miami sun
Gonna pack my pills, my back brace and my gun
Gonna shed responsibility
'Cause that stuff weighs a ton
My gift for being lazy’s next to none
Gonna live life as a writer on the run
Oh, it’s a fact
My third act has begun

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