friends, boomers, join, rhymesters

Blame it all on my roots
I thought it was cute
When first this site did appear
Not first one to show
Not last one to go
I was the last one I thought I'd see here

And I've seen surprise
and tears in my eyes
When toasting my friends with champaign

Well, this toast is for you
Cause Boomers I knew
I'd rarely hear you complain

I got friends in high places
Where the chatter sounds
and it's without faces
Who cares anyway
We're all ok

We're not big on stating cases
just showing care in these special spaces
Oh, I've got friends
In high places

Well, I know i'm not wrong
It's here you belong
But then, I've been here before

Everything's all right
Sending you an invite
With a welcome mat on the floor

We're never mean
Don't cause a big scene
Just give us chance and then
Well, we'll be as high
As clouds in the sky
If you'll just come in

And join our friends in these places
Where the chatter sounds
and it's without faces
Who cares anyway
We're all ok

I know I'm not wrong
This is where you belong
If you've never been here before
And everything is alright
And we're so polite
Just come on in the front door

We're never mean or cause a big scene
And you don't need some sort of pass
If you join dear lady
I'll head back to my spot
And I'll raise my glass

To You, my Sister
In these spaces
where the rhymesters play
and the fun chases our blues away
And we're all ok

We're not big on stating cases
just showing care in these special spaces
Oh, You've got friends
In high places