Shopworn and aged what's left of a man Will never be useless cause he's part of God's plan Did you ever think of life as just a shop along the street And yourself as a product displayed in easy reach You laid there for some quite some time now and pondered at your fate Then you begin to wonder if you'd hit the market late Wealth had looked you over once and seen you at your best But somehow you didn't fit his needs so he took one of the rest Sweet love had read your label and you lingered in her mind But competition caught her eye and she left you there behind Fame had brushed the edges or the counter where you laid And she pondered for a moment but then she walked away Lady Luck had even picked you up but then you heard her say I just can't afford you so I'll just have to let you lay Then one day they marked you down put you up on sale And you got looked over once again all to no avail Now stained with yellow marked with age you heard a salesman state Boss I guess I'll throw this out it's old and out of date The keeper of the shop came then and he seemed to understand He smiled and looked you over then held out a caring hand Give me that I'll take it home don't throw it on the street It's old and gray but in its way it'll help my shop complete Shopworn and aged...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
