song profile

Gravy 
by Mike Couto 2012

I was born in nineteen-forty-one, a zillion years ago.
I was a buzz before TV was – we had a wide-screen radio.
The insurance charts say that all my parts are null and obsolete,
Yet here I go to watch the flowers grow and kiss my darlin’s lips so sweet. 

…all of this is gravy - and I can’t get enough…
Lots of kisses from my ba-aby, And blue skies up above…
Every day is a bonus – to flourish and survive,
And every morning when I wa-ake up, I thank the Lord I’m alive.

I’ve been singing songs for oh-so-long, since nineteen-sixty-three.
You’d think that I’d be burned-out, sick and tired of all that harmony.
 I must admit, that for just a bit, I needed some respite,
(But) while most retire, I felt that friendly fire begin to re-ignite. 

…all of this is gravy - and I can’t get enough…
Lots of kisses from my ba-aby, And blue skies up above…
Every day is a bonus – to flourish and survive,
And every morning when I wa-ake up, I thank the Lord I’m alive.

My Life expectancy is past the guarantee of sixty-nine point five,
Yet here you see, I stand at Seventy coming to you live.
And now melodies are tumbling out of me though I’m old and gray,
You might think that I’m way past my prime, but this is all I’ve got to say: 

…all of this is gravy - and I can’t get enough…
Lots of kisses from my ba-aby, And blue skies up above…
Every day is a bonus – to flourish and survive,
And every morning when I wa-ake up, I thank the Lord I’m alive.

I was resigned to leave romance behind back in twenty-ten,
But I saw the light that special July night when my sweetheart sauntered in.
And that for me, was an epiphany, a moment to regain
A grand ole’ life with my brand new wife, and this bittersweet refrain:

…all of this is gravy - and I can’t get enough…
Lots of kisses from my ba-aby, And blue skies up above…
Every day is a bonus – to flourish and survive,
And every morning when I wa-ake up, I thank the Lord I’m alive.