An Old Man's Woe
Sat down the local with my usual half
Reminiscing of times long passed
Routine seat not far from the bar
Hand on trembling glass, eyes locked afar
Different speaker every Thursday
To teach us auld and tufty
But my brain't seems, is getting harder to exercise
Fact's more difficult to memorise
To soften old age with sweet whiskey
And drink away my pensioners wage
Tis' not what I had planned
When I was a younger man
Bookies conveniently up the road
I take my change and spend my load
Why does gambling attract my hand?
The only risk I can now withstand
Football on I tighten my hold
On a malt of twelve years old
A goal from the left and my bet, 'tis a winner
Otherwise I'm missing out on my dinner
Saturday comes, along with the dancing
On our regular table to hear what? band sing
Ladies in dresses and old-time skirts
I pick out my trousers and classical shirt
Here comes the bingo, better be quiet
One noise and the people will riot
Back up to the bar where the staff are ready
Measure of Grouse and half a heavy
Served with a smile to brighten my day
Once 'pon a time she'd o heard my say
Skin untouched by year's gone by
With the twinkle I've lost in her eye
This is not what I had planned
When I was a younger man
To move just ten foot down the road
And pretend my days were as of' old
Promised the world in my elder lean
When fighting for country and queen
And what am I left with?
But fir benefits and a skeleton stiff
Sat everyday in the same goddamn place
Just waiting for the end of this goddamn race
I'm getting obsessed about my funeral
You'll be there, you will??
