I am who I am
and that is all that I'll achieve
I failed trying to be Sam
and couldn't quite be Steve

I almost made it being John
but then it got too much
and when I decided to be Ron
I felt being out of touch

so I resigned just to be me
at least I feel at ease
and all day long I can be free
that even Sam agrees

There's not much fun in getting old
when you're getting ready for bed at seven
Middle of summer and you're freezing cold
and half of your friends are in heaven

There's not much fun when you call it a night
after your second glass of wine
and when you're asked to sign but you've lost your sight
and cant find the dotted line

There's not much fun when just one sneeze
can somehow lead to bronchitis
and you ask for a fork when you order Chinese
because your fingers have arthritis

There's not much fun in getting old
no one said ageing is great
so on this summers day while I'm freezing cold
goodnight all its almost eight

When I first heard about internet
I thought it was something about fishing
which was posing a massive global threat
and less seafood we'll be dishing

Then I heard about this world wide web
I thought it was something about spiders
Some virus invented in some lab
and only known to a few insiders

Now I hear about something called WiFi
and that it's always dropping out
I think it's something to do with a fly
which keeps landing on my smoked trout

There's nothing better, they say
than a sunny sunny day
when it's nice and warm outside
and you can walk, take a run or ride
maybe have a picnic in the park
enjoy the sun till it gets dark
and all your washing will have dried
by the time you're back inside
although lately I've been thinking
and it's not because of drinking
that I prefer when the weather's hairy
as it goes better with my glass of sherry

Remind me of our happiest days
Bring them back to me tonight
When my eyes saw colours instead of greys
and my dreams weren't black and white

Take me from where I am now
because I need them all so much
Please allow me to remember how
my heart those days still wants to touch

and leave me there far in our past
because that's where I want to be
and the only memory that I want to last
are happiest days with you and me

Freedom does not exist
We'll always be in chains
under someone else's fist
pulling on our reins

Following some made up scheme
Fed with blatant lies
Told we are part of a team
yet no one hears our cries

Drowning in a world of rules
from law books off the shelf
It's why freedom is for fools
and only you can free yourself

You cannot choose your neighbours
luck will decide that fate
They come in many flavours
from noisy through to great

Some won't be to you speaking
and some straight out of hell
some of tobacco reeking
or some illicit smell

But then one will arrive
who might make things less tense
and make you all night through till five
spy over the fence