| Don’t be ashamed of your age
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| Don’t let the years get you down
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| That old gang you knew, they still think of you
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| As all rounder in your old hometown
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| Don’t mind the gray in your hair
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| Just think of all the fun you had puttin' it there
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| And as for that old book of time, boy, you never skipped a page
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| So don’t be ashamed of your age
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| Brother, don’t be ashamed of your age
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| And now listen Mr. Smith and Mr. Brown
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| Don’t let the years get you down
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| 'Cause life ain’t begun, until you’re forty, son
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| That’s when you really start to go uptown
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| And don’t wish that you were a lad
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| While boy, you’ve lost the old girls they’ve ever had
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| And what’s more, you’ve graduated from that old sucker stage
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| So don’t be ashamed of your age
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| Brother, don’t be ashamed of your age |