So time has snuck up on you
Stealing your looks away
You are now looking at your mom or dad
In your mirror every day
When you wake up each morning
But you cant see the time
You cant find your glasses
Well now you're in your prime
At first you see wrinkles
You hadn't noticed before
After what appears only weeks
You notice even more
Cracks appear on cracks
More old vulture than crow's feet
Whatever you do don't turn around
Your bum's now a mighty seat
Soon you're sticking in dentures
The whitest teeth you've ever had in years
Talking like Sean Connery?
Sure issh yesh me dears
At first you are embarrassed
Because you're getting slow
Pretty soon you don't give a shit
You just go with the flow
Youngsters? it's no surprise
Seem to get quicker every day
It's then you finally realize
You're getting too old to play
You start whingeing in the supermarket
Moaning about the size of the queue
But it never occurs to reason why
The slow coach is a coffin dodger like you
But ohh! the aches and pains
Nothing prepares you for this
Not that you now believe in god
Because this is taking the piss
You'd put your head in the oven
But the chances of that are nil
Because it's bloody electric
And you aint paid the bill