You’ve heard of the “Golden Girls.” Now, meet the golden guys.

For over 50 years, five wise-cracking seniors lived only a few miles apart from one another throughout New York City.

But they didn’t meet until last year, when they all moved onto the same floor of the Hebrew Home senior residences in Riverdale — and immediately became best buds.

“This is my family now,” Arnie Cohn, 69, tells The Post, pointing to his pack of bros. “I couldn’t imagine being here without ’em.”

The gaggle of single dudes first met a year ago, after running into each other in a communal space on the third floor of the residence. They connected over a shared sense of humor and a love of poker — always a game of seven-card.

Now, the quippy bunch gathers in a corner that overlooks the home’s cafe around 10 a.m. every morning.

“It’s like 42nd Street,” says Cohn. “Everybody has to pass here.”

They arrange themselves in a line — then spend hours heckling and gossiping about passersby.

“We’re here all day,” says Irwin Friedwald, 91, who’s from the Bronx. “We just sit here, hang out and shoot the bull.”

Drinking and smoking are strictly prohibited at the home, but “I take a lot of medication,” Cohn, from Queens, says with a smile. As for prescribed medical marijuana, which is permitted on the premises, “it’s overpriced if you ask me,” he says.

Although they’re a crew, they’re not cliquey. The fast-talking jokesters allow anybody to hang out with them, says Cohn — but, “they gotta be able to handle us.”

Sports, women and politics are some of their usual go-to conversation topics. Although they agree on most things, baseball is a sore subject.

“There’s nothing to argue about the Mets and the Yankees because the Mets don’t exist,” Friedwald declares, while tracing the brim of his navy Yankees cap.

“Get lost!,” David Hogeland, a staunch Mets fan, shoots back.

Although Hogeland, 59, of Washington Heights, isn’t as loud as some. But if the topic of Donald Trump comes up, “I run my mouth!” he says, in a thick, Gilbert Gottfried-like accent.

The oldsters have also connected over their personal, late-in-life challenges. Many of them are widowed, with few living family members. Friedwald — who’s both the oldest and unofficial gang leader — says they’ve really stepped up for each other.

“If one of us needs something, or something happens, we’re right there,” he says.

That includes wingmanning. Friedwald, it turns out, is a charmer who loves to flirt.

“Hey, beauty! Where have you been the last couple of days?” he calls out to a young employee in her 40s from his wheelchair.

Meanwhile, Cohn and Al Cappiello, 70, both found new girlfriends among the home’s 735 residents.

“Actually, I have more like five [girlfriends],” Cohn says. “I love girls.”

They’re in a good place for it: The Bronx senior center was the first in the nation to create policies for consensual relationships and intimacy in a senior living facility, and supports the men’s sexual expression.

Staffers tell The Post that they’re inspired by the pals’ close bond.

“While their ages range and their backgrounds are diverse, they have built a strong bond grounded in laughter and appreciation of one another,” says David V. Pomeranz, Chief Operating Officer at RiverSpring Health, which runs the Hebrew Home. “The desire to have friends and share common interests is ageless.”