Time changes
things I'm
telling you
But I ain't
sitting 'round
feeling blue
Sitting around
at a bingo
game
Soon you'll be
needing a
walking cane
That's not the
place to look
for me
I still need
action, this
you'll see
Make an
effort, get
out of that
chair
I'll come and
get you, let's
go somewhere
Don't believe
all the stuff
you hear
What is age,
except another
year?
You go ahead,
act old if you
like
I won't pity
you, not in
this life!
I confess my
age all the
time
I'm glad I've
made it to
sixty nine
Quite contrary
to what you've
heard
I'm still a
'chick', not
an old 'bird'
I'm feeling
groovy for my
age
Just watch me
now, I'm still
the rage
Give me the
dance floor to
show my stuff
I can keep
going when
you've had
enough
Yolanda Cohen
and Betty Hill
©2004
