In the seventies
I had long hair
Now I’m in my seventies
I long for hair
In the seventies
I had long hair
Now I’m in my seventies
I long for hair
In the sixties
I looked forward
To Going to a new, hip joint
Now I’m in my sixties
I look forward
To receiving a new hip joint
In the seventies
I was thrilled
When I passed my driving test
Now I’m in my seventies
I’m thrilled
When I pass my sight test
If my body were a car,
It wouldn’t travel very far
And I would begin
To think of a trade in
I've got bumps and dents
Scratches and rents
My paintwork is dull
And its time for a cull
No time for mollycoddle
Just get a newer model
I can’t focus my headlights
And I steer to the right
My upholstery is lumpy
My traction is bumpy
I skid, slip and slide
Instead of skip and glide
Even in the best of weather
I struggle to keep it together
My whitewalls are stained
With my varicosed veins
I have a low maximum speed.
I’m an unpredictable steed
I don’t get anywhere quickly
My fuel burns inefficiently.
But the worst of the wheeze
Almost every time I sneeze
Or I cough or I sputter
I leak from my radiator
And a warning to buyers
My exhaust backfires
If you lived in the seventies
You were thought to be cool
If you looked like Marlon Brando
Or Liz Taylor
If you’re in your seventies
You are thought to be a fool
If you looked like Marlon Brando
Or Liz Taylor