I don’t mind getting old

Really

After all

I’ve put the years in

Its just the indignity of growing old

 

All those years gone by

Getting married

And having children

Not that I see them much

But those memories are worth their weight in gold

But memories can slip away

That’s the indignity of growing old

 

I didn’t really know

What old age would be like

But my back hurts and my legs are not so good

I think I’ll save that walk to the shops for tomorrow

The bread’s a bit stale though

Oh well, I’ll just stick it in the toaster

O the indignity of growing old

 

I put the heating on today

Because I’m cold

Although my son says it’s the middle of summer

Put the heating on, son, I said

I wish he’d do what he’s told

He told me the other day I’m ninety-one

That son of mine -he’s a one!

Although come to think of it

I can’t remember my date of birth

Ah, the indignity of growing old

 

Today I couldn’t get to the toilet in time

I need to think ahead

But that doesn’t help

When you’re wet and need to get changed

I don’t mind getting on

But the thing I hate most

Is the indignity of growing old