| Well, don’t be ashamed of your age
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| Don’t let the years get you down
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| The old gang you knew, they still think of you
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| As a rounder in your old hometown
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| Don’t mind the grey in your hair
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| Think of all the fun you’ve had puttin' it there
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| As for that old book of time, you’ve 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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| Now listen, Mr. Smith and Mr. Brown
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| Don’t let your age get you down
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| You know, life ain’t begun until you’re forty, son
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| That’s when you really start to go to town
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| Don’t wish that you were a lad
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| Why, boy, you’ve lost more gals than they ever had
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| You’ve graduated from that ol' 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
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| We’re not ashamed of our age |