| When you see the shape the world is in
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| When the way it is ain’t what it’s been
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| When folks just care for gold
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| Thank God, I’m old
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| When you take a gander at the news
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| When you hear the language people use
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| When no sweet songs are sung
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| I don’t wanna be young
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| Daddy time he
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| Doesn’t fret me
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| Should he spy me
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| That don’t upset me
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| Let him eye me
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| Come and get me
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| That’s fine by me
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| Age don’t worry me
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| When you see the way folks misbehave
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| When it’s only good times that they crave
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| When kids are much too bold
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| Thank God, I’m old
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| When there ain’t no He-Men left alive
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| When they tell you three men out of five
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| End up locked up or hung
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| I don’t wanna be young
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| Gonna get me dressed and powdered down
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| Call myself a hack and go to town
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| See every shady street
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| These feet once strolled
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| Then I’m gonna slip back on the shelf
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| Have myself a nip and tell myself
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| Though my back buckles and bends
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| My hair’s got silvery ends
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| When I see all of my friends
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| Laid out and cold
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| Thank God, I’m Old! |