That old man with the walker

Took one to the knee another to the thigh on his trip to Vietnam

Comes to every one of his grandkids' games

If he doesn't get a move on

He'll miss the whole thing

Hold the door

Here comes that kid with the fingernail polish

Nothing but trouble look at his face all black and blue

Came up to get away for a bit

Maybe tonight someone will glance him kindness

And he'll carry it with him on his long walk home

Hold the door

There she is the girl who stole the diapers

Ran right out of that dollar store

Lost her job when her baby got an earache

Walking down the sidewalk knowing everyone can see her

But the admission was free and she didn't want to be alone

Hold the door Hold the door Hold the door