Can you tell me what it's like to get old
Can you show me that page in the big book of age
Can you tell me what it's like to get old.

In your ten thousand nights can you show me the sights that you've seen
Did you love all the girls of the day?
If you did I'd be tempted to say
'these things are only told by the folks who have gotold and I'm hoping that one day, I may
age too'.

Will you tell me the secrets you know?
Whisper them sweet and real low.
If you can tell me what it's like to ride a penny farthing bike
I'll leave you alone and then off I will go.

But will you tell me what it's like to get old
When your dreams have all been borrowed or been sold
For a cold and lonely flat with
a pension and a hat, a one ring stove and a lazy cat
Did you look forward to having all of that?
Can you tell me what it's like to get old.