Think about global warming
When you
look at your cake
Lighting
all those candles
Think about global warming
When you
look at your cake
Lighting
all those candles
It's natural to become quieter as we age
It’s just another
old age sin
It’s not
easy to talk at the same time
As holding your stomach in
Bad news, Her Majesty isn't sending you
A telegram
this year, but don’t despair
There is
nothing to be concerned about
In the nineties we all loved to dance along to
Billy Ray
Cyrus and his “Achy Breaky Heart”
Now I’m
approaching my seventies I've got
Achy,
breaky everything and I’m falling apart
You’re forty years old
Which is
when, they say
Life begins
for you
On that
most special day
But if you
drink too much
You will
certainly pay
Because now
you’re old
You’ll be hungover
all day
The young beautiful people
Think they
are acts of nature,
But the
beautiful old people
Know they’re
works of art for sure
Rim strim stram-a-diddle
Larra-bum-a-ring ting
Rig-num bulletin a-ky-mo!
Ah that’s
Jazz man