Help I’ve Been Kidnapped
Aging has a way of changing the terms without asking permission. One day you wake up sore from sleeping, trip over your own feet, and realize you are somehow living inside an older version of the one you remember. This song is my way of laughing at that rude surprise. If you are over forty, you will probably recognize the arrangement.

Stranger In A Stranger’s Body
I woke up this morning in my room
Suffering from a really strange wound
A wound I got while sleeping
In the night dreams that were seeping
Into the wound that I got here in my room

I’m a stranger in a stranger’s body
I used to be a real fine hottie
But now I’ve gotten old
Each evening I get cold
I’m a stranger in a stranger’s body

The other day I’s walking down the street
Suddenly I tripped over my feet
I sat there on the curb
Most deaf-in-ately disturbed
I’m a stranger in a stranger’s body

I’m a stranger in a stranger’s body
I used to be a real fine hottie
But now I’ve gotten old
Each evening I get cold
I’m a stranger in a stranger’s body

You might think that’s the way that it should be
That’s cause you’ve watched too much TV
It’s happening to me
So fast that I can’t see
I’m stuck inside some old man’s body

I’m a stranger in a stranger’s body
I used to be a real fine hottie
But now I’ve gotten old
Each evening I get cold
I’m trapped inside some stranger’s body

Yes now I’ve gotten old
Each evening I get cold
Cause I’m stuck inside some old man’s body