Why is it that our legs play up,
When you don’t expect them to,
They give you aggravation,
And you get in such a stew.
You wonder why they swell,
And really, really hurt,
When you’re going down the road,
And can’t put on a spurt.
Oh to be twenty one again,
And feeling very fit,
With not a care to worry us,
Maybe just a little bit.
But as we’re getting older,
Things happen that are strange,
You have false eyes you have false teeth,
You have false ears that’s no mean feat.
We’ll still get old even if we moan,
It will not change a thing,
So if we’re feeling we’ve gotthe blues,
Lets have a jolly good sing.