Praline Elephants; After Jenny Joseph's warning. When I’m an old bag lady You’d better shift I’ll never wash my hair or self I’ll have nits and fleas and be very Unsociable to be around. I’ll sleep in the dog basket In a barn And eat things people throw in bins When I’m an old bag. You will be an old bum An old hobo And wear the same set of clothes All the time And drink out of a brown paper bag Just for fun. And read all day and make fires And burn all the furniture all night And you’ll never call be darling But witch or hag or old cow. And I’ll answer because sometimes There is glee to be got in being uncouth I’ll have big silver streaks up My sleeve where I’ve wiped my nose when it runs And old food down my dress. Everything will be so mucky And will have a shine of worn grease Just right for keeping the rain off. And we’ll never ever be cold because There is always furniture to burn And I’ll wear a sle...