The Old Rack 'Em Up Gang

The Old Rack 'Em Up Gang
(Upbeat, rockabilly rhythm with a lighthearted, twangy guitar)

(Verse 1)
Well, the smoke detector's blinkin', the shuffleboard's stuck,
Down at the "Cue Ball & Cracker Barrel," just for good luck.
Five old pool sharks, they hobble in slow,
To shoot some more billiards, put on quite a show!
There's Dennis the Menace, with his glasses askew,
Still runnin' his mouth, like he's twenty-two!

(Chorus)
Oh, they're shakin' and they're achin', but the cue sticks are flyin',
The old rack 'em up gang, still got that gleam in their eye-in'!
With a "whoop" and a holler and a hearty "haw-haw,"
They're playin' that pool like there ain't no tomorrow!
Hear the click-clack of the balls, and the laughter rings true,
The old pool sharks, still got somethin' to prove!

(Verse 2)
Then Ace of Grace shuffles, with a cane and a grin,
Says, "My eyesight ain't what it used to be, where do I begin?"
Lucky Chucky's still mumblin' his lucky old phrase,
"If I can just make this shot, I'll be in a daze!"
Sleeping Dragon just snoozes, right there on his stool,
Wakes up with a snort, says, "Who's breakin' the rule?"

(Chorus)
Oh, they're shakin' and they're achin', but the cue sticks are flyin',
The old rack 'em up gang, still got that gleam in their eye-in'!
With a "whoop" and a holler and a hearty "haw-haw,"
They're playin' that pool like there ain't no tomorrow!
Hear the click-clack of the balls, and the laughter rings true,
The old pool sharks, still got somethin' to prove!

(Bridge)
Now a young whippersnapper, named Greased Lightning so fast,
He zips 'round the table, his energy unsurpassed.
He sinks every shot, with a flick of his wrist,
But the old timers just chuckle, they can't be dismissed!
Spirit Wolf whispers, "Son, take your sweet time and learn,
The wisdom of years, is a lesson you earn!"

(Verse 3)
Dennis misses a shot, says, "Darn it, my back!"
Ace of Grace squints, "Was that the eight ball, or just a new crack?"
Lucky Chucky complains, "My dentures just slipped!"
Sleeping Dragon just dreams of the shots he once ripped.
Spirit Wolf just smiles, with a twinkle and jest,
"The joy of the game, boys, is truly the best!"

(Chorus)
Oh, they're shakin' and they're achin', but the cue sticks are flyin',
The old rack 'em up gang, still got that gleam in their eye-in'!
With a "whoop" and a holler and a hearty "haw-haw,"
They're playin' that pool like there ain't no tomorrow!
Hear the click-clack of the balls, and the laughter rings true,
The old pool sharks, still got somethin' to prove!

(Outro)
Yeah, they're slower and grayer, with stories untold,
But when they hit that green felt, they're as good as pure gold!
So next time you're lookin' for fun, don't delay,
Go find those old sharks, and hear what they say!
(Fade out with a final "Haw-haw!")