Used to tell 'em not to cut my hair too short,
When I was young-old,
Nowadays I just tell him cut it short,
so it
Spikes...Yikes!
Makes me realize,
Vanity is one of my
Oldest friends,
And also, one of my
Oldest enemies.
I like Bob Dylan's songs,
Like him better these days,
When younger voices cover him,
And I hear his word-songs differently.
Oh I love to laugh,
Especially at myself,
Silly boy in the mirror,
Who the heck are you Grandpa?
I am,
The Times They Are-A-Changin'
Nowadays, I'm growing down
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Used to tell 'em not to cut my hair too short,
When I was young-old,
Nowadays I just tell him cut it short,
so it
Spikes...Yikes!
Makes me realize,
Vanity is one of my
Oldest friends,
And also, one of my
Oldest enemies.
I like Bob Dylan's songs,
Like him better these days,
When younger voices cover him,
And I hear his word-songs differently.
Oh I love to laugh,
Especially at myself,
Silly boy in the mirror,
Who the heck are you Grandpa?
I am,
The Times They Are-A-Changin'
Nowadays, I'm growing down
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