When you take a gander at the news
When you hear the language people use
When no sweet songs are sung,
I don't want to be young.
Daddy time, he doesn't threat me
Should he spy me, that don't upset me
Let him eye me, Come and get me
That's fine by me.
Age don't worry me
When you see the way folks misbehave
When it's only good times that they crave
When kids are much too bold
Thank God I'm old
When there ain't no he-men left alive
When they tell you three men out of five
End up locked up or hung.
I don't want to be young
Gonna get me dressed and powdered down
Call myself a hack and go to town
See every shady street these feet once strolled
Then I'm gonna sit back on the shelf
Have a little nip and tell myself
Though my back buckles and bends
My hair's got silvery ends
When I see all of my friends laid out and cold
Thank God I'm old.