Almost Young

I'm holding back the hands of time
And though a fool might say I've passed my prime
My heart has always clung to staying almost young

A few grey hairs, A few gold teeth
Can never hide the kid that's underneath
The kid whose hopes are hung
On staying almost young

My walk is swift and sporty
My disposition is evergreen
Why say I'm over forty, I'm over seventeen

I'll still have all the speed it takes
When all the others have applied the brakes
And when my knell has run

I'll still be struttin' and kickin'
Like some little chicken
I'm almost young

So if you think this spunky pup
Is either boggin' down or slowin' up
You'd better hold your tongue
I'm feeling almost young

My bones are often racked up
They always act up
Each time it rains
But my arthritis and my phlebitis
Are simply growing pains
So let them say I passed my peak
That I'm a million years from hide-and-seek
But when my dirge is sung
I'll still be tough as a riddle and fit as a fiddle
And struttin' and kickin' like some little chicken
And almost... young