| 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
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| They still think of you
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| As a rounder in your old home town
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| Don’t mind the grey in your hair
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| Just think of the fun you had puttin' it there
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| And as for that old book of time
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| 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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| 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 some
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| That’s when you really start to go to town
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| Now don’t wish that you were a lad
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| Why boy, you’ve lost more girls
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| Than they’ve ever had
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| And once more you’ve graduated
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| From that ol' stubborn 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 |