| Strange Names and New Sensations
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| Middle Age
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| Middle age is diff’rent,
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| Now you’re someone else;
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| Now you’ve got some sense
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| Of how much time perhaps is left.
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| Middle age is central,
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| Now you tend to know
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| Not just where it’s been you’ve been,
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| But where you’ll likely go.
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| Middle age, middle age, I say,
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| In a new, older now, later stage.
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| Middle age is clearer,
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| Now it dawns on you;
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| Now you hafta laugh at what you
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| Used to think you knew.
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| Middle age is cloudy,
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| Rain or sleet or snow?
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| Don’t you wish you knew those things,
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| In fact, you once did know?
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| Repeat chorus
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| Here’s your middle age years
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| Here’s your middle age years.
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| Middle age is hectic,
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| Much less time for fun;
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| Clearly it’s a good thing youth is
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| Wasted on the young.
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| Repeat chorus
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| Middle age is telling,
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| Now you see it’s so;
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| All those old, gray people aren’t to
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| Blame for being slow.
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| Middle age is further,
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| Closer to the end;
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| This will be as young as you will
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| Ever be again.
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| Middle age, middle age, I say,
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| In a new, older now, later stage;
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| Middle age, middle age, I say,
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| Call it half by the best you can gauge,
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| Middle age.
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| Here’s your middle age years,
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| Here’s your middle age years,
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| Here’s your middle age years,
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| Here’s your middle age years. |