Respect our elders, for we'll be the same one day with wrinkles, forgetfull and hair of silver grey But apart from the old wrinkle in the eye there will be a twinkle As the old ones dont hold back on what they say.
Then they smile and deny what they have said Have no remorse or feelings of guilt in their head Nobody minds if they blow raspberries galore or gulp down the sherry and then ask for more I dont think being old is nothing to fear or dread!