When you see the shape the world is in When the way it is ain't what it's been When folks just care for gold, Thank God, I'm old When you take a gander at the news When you hear the language people use When no sweet songs are sung I don't wanna be young
Daddy time he Doesn't fret me Should he spy me That don't upset me Let him eye me Come and get me That's fine by me Age don't worry me
When you see the way folks misbehave When it's only good times that they crave When kids are much too bold Thank God, I'm old When there ain't no He-Men left alive When they tell you three men out of five End up locked up or hung I don't wanna be young.
(Dance Break)
Gonna get me dressed and powdered down Call myself a hack and go to town See every shady street These feet once strolled. Then I'm gonna slip back on the shelf Have myself a nip and tell myself Though my back buckles and bends My hair's got silvery ends When I see all of my friends Laid out and cold Thank God, I'm Old!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
