When I get old and losing my hair!
What will life in my nineties look like?
When I am ninety, with teeth fallen out
Put on my coat and go wander about
Spit on the sidewalk, make a dirty remark
Flash my arse to women in the park
I left my youth with a young man’s fire
Hearing my songs through an amplifier
Among the many songs I back then wrote
I keep the memories of haunting notes
The Beatles of course, Rolling stones, too
The Hollies, Kinks, and don’t forget the Who
Concorde took off to Washington
Arriving before the flight had begun
I saw it all, coronation to death
Led Zepplin, Oasis, and Radio Head
Today I’m content listening to Bocelli
Drinking beer extending my belly
I may be ninety, my legs a little shaky
But kid, just look at me, I’ve no youthful acne
So lay me in the casket when I meet my close
Lay down the lid but don’t be morose
I’ll rise again, during benediction
The thump on the casket my last erection
It’s been a good life, I have no complaints
My wife will be waiting, wearing war paint!
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