I live on soup, my keister droops,

Only drive in lower gears;

My scalp is bare, still gots lots of hair--

But it's growin' out my ears!

Pals stop by, they wanna yap;

I rush them out, 'cause I need my nap;

I'm bald on top, my knees are shot,

I belch alot--I'm gettin' old.

 

I'M OLD, I'M OLD, truth be told, I'm pretty old;

It's hell they say to mature this way;

My nose hair's gray! I'm gettin' Old.

 

Wake up at three, I'm In bed at eight;

Dine at four--can't stay up too late!

I got the shakes, my body aches,

My teeth are fakes--I'm gettin' old.

 

I'M OLD, I'M OLD, truth be told, I'm pretty old;

It's hell they say

To mature....What wuz I gonna say..?

I'm gettin' old.