Getting Old

What in the world has happened to all the time
I swore when I was younger getting old was a crime
One day we are young and making huge mistakes
Now we just pop pills for all these geriatric pains and aches

We try to put different colors in our grey hair
We can't accept that it just won't ever disappear
We say we feel sick and tired and too damn old
Yet we still try a thousand ways to fit in our old clothes

I'll be damned if I'm getting old now
I'll find a way to stay a teenager somehow
I'll inject my lips and keep frosting my tips
I'll keep my stereo jamming those 1990's hits

Now we're older with weaker bones and we painfully moan
We can't figure out anything newer than a flip phone
Sometimes I laugh so hard that I end up peeing on myself
So please just stop telling me all these damn jokes!

I'll be damned if I'm getting old now
I'll find a way to stay a teenager somehow
I'll inject my lips and keep frosting my tips
I'll keep my stereo jamming those 1990's hits

I secretly look forward to the senior citizens discount
I might look frail and weak but I got a buffet to slay
Inside I'm still a teenager but outside I'm a hundred and ten
Just wait till you try to pry me out of this nursing home bed
I'm holding on with my cold dead hand!

I'll be damned if I'm getting old now
I'll find a way to stay a teenager somehow
I'll inject my lips and keep frosting my tips
I'll keep my stereo jamming those 1990's hits

I'll be damned if I'm getting old now
I'll find a way to stay a teenager somehow
I'll inject my lips and keep frosting my tips
I'll keep my stereo jamming those 1990's hits

I'll be damned if I'm getting old now
I'll find a way to stay a teenager somehow
I'll inject my lips and keep frosting my tips
I'll keep my stereo jamming those 1990's hits



Credits
Writer(s): John Wood
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