I woke up this morning and got out of bed Another day older but nowhere near dead I ain’t as fast as I used to be But I’m still footloose and fancy free
My mem’ry is failing, my mind it can roam But I ain’t quite yet ready for the nursing home
I’ve got twinges in my hinges And aches in my bones There’s a pain in my shoulder That won’t leave me alone
My feet’s gettin’ tender My hair’s gettin’ thin God have mercy On the shape I’m in
I ain’t callin’ it quits I ain’t gettin’ cold I ain’t givin’ up I’m just gettin’ old
Traded in my boots for some sensible shoes The years keep stacking up and I’m paying my dues I still can dance ’til the light of day Get me my cane and point out the way
Can’t move as fast as I used to do But I can still keep up with the likes of you
I’ve got twinges in my hinges And aches in my bones Etc.
I ain’t gettin’ lucky I ain’t strikin’ gold All that I’m doing Is gettin’ more old
I’m not over the hill I’m not past my prime I’m just pickin’ up speed And takin’ my time
And it’s only gettin’ harder To do what I’m told I guess it’s just a part Of just gettin’ old…
