Built To Last

I made a trip back to my hometown last week
 For my grandparent's fifty year annivers'ry
 It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair
 Your typical senior affair
 They were cuttin' the rug to a Glen Miller tune
 When someone stood up and tapped a glass with a spoon
 It was old Eddie Vicker's granddaddy's best man
 And his very best friend to this day
 And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne
 He said, "Here's to the makers of things built to last
 Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
 Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
 My daddy's old tools I still use
 The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes,
 The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
 And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
 Still there after fifty years past
 Here's to the makers of things built to last"
 We live in a world now of plastic and glue
 Disposable honor, replaceable truth
 And if a pot breaks, why fix it? Man, what's the use?
 It costs less to buy it brand new
 Oh but lately I've looked in the eyes of my wife
 And I see there what matters the most in this life
 And I have decided I'm takin' a stand
 To stay on that fifty year plan
 Inspired by the words of a very wise man
 He said, "Here's to the makers of things built to last
 Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
 Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
 My daddy's old tools I still use
 The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes,
 The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
 And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
 Still there after fifty years past
 Here's to the makers of things built to last"
 Here's to the makers of things built to last