I been thinking a lot about this **** growing old
Can’t eat what I want and my feet get cold.
Don’t have much money but I can’t fix that
Don’t eat much junk but I still get fat.
Don’t get to travel or see no stuff
Even getting out of bed is getting **** rough.
Gotta  watch the ***** and I don’t have ***
can’t mow the lawn or build no decks.
The government says gonna help me out
That's some **** I seriously doubt
But I have to hang in no other choice
Can’t start screaming or I’ll lose my old voice.
So I sit on my couch like a bump on a log
And stare cross the room at my nice little dog.
He seems so relaxed curled up like a snail
Closing his eyes and wagging his tail.
Wish I could be just like him
Sleeping and eating being young and slim.
But the facts of the matter are a slap in the face
The old man is destined to die in this place.
So I’m thinking I’ll try the party route
If I gotta go I’ll be happy going out.