AMIGOS ANONYMOUS THEME SONG FOR THE 21ST CENTURY
                                                        (to be sung to the tune of "Jamaica Farewell")
                                                        By Mike McKenna and his Song Writers Collaborative 

 
                    Here we are an aging crew
                    Assorted ailments and backaches, too
                    We move too slow to catch the bus
                    We’re the Amigos Anonymous

                CHORUS:       BUT WE’RE GLAD TO SAY WE’RE HERE TODAY
                                     HARD OF HEARING AND HAIR TURNED GRAY
                                    THE ONLY WAY THAT WE’LL NOW GO
                                    IS ON A PLEASURE CRUISE TO MEXICO

                    Bears and Broncos and Dons did mingle
                    With Senoritas from Santo Domingo
                    Gaels and Fraels from Holy Names
                    Soon shuffling geezers and nursing home dames

                    We went down there without much dough
                    With all the zeal that we could show
                    We ate strange foods, spicey local fare,       
                    Today it’s Mylanta in an easy chair                    REFRAIN

                    We worked without tire, one and all
                    Now all we do is gulp Geritol    
                    We often bent to lend a helping hand
                    But soon we’ll need help getting up to stand

                    We're ready to slow down and sit in the sun
                    ‘Cause our leisure years have just begun
                    Though our bodies feel like they’re falling apart
                    We’re glad, at least, to have a ticking heart                REFRAIN

                    We haven’t forgotten the debt we owe
                    We send donations to Mexico
                    To help young students fulfill their dream
                    While we nurse arthritis with Icy Hot cream.

                    Now that we are 60 plus
                    It’s time for all, without a fuss,
                    To thank our Padre, Father Joe,
                    And all who helped us grow in Mexico

                            AND WE’RE GLAD TO SAY WE’RE HERE TODAY
                            HARD OF HEARING AND HAIR TURNED GRAY
                            THE ONLY WAY THAT WE’LL NOW GO
                            IS ON A PLEASURE CRUISE TO MEXICO.

(composed by Mike McKenna with help from Lupe Miller, April 2006)