This Old Man lyrics

Keep getting older and hairieron my neck, back and derrierebut not atop the pate.dear DNA, let's negotiate!I'll trade the fading vision, you could have that backplus this 30-year-old-man belly's kinda wack.my hearing is nearing deafness and I wheeze.yo please save me from the wrist hurt disease.it's infeasible that these, a full list of ailmentsshould do anything but accrue. I'll fail tentimes out of ten to age in reverse like mork.is there anything sadder than a dorkfor whom the new hotness is not just inaccessible,it's grumbled against? you kids, reduce your decibels!don't make me come over there and shake my cane.[it's that rapper from the a.a.r.p. and he insane!]This old man, he rhymed oncehe put up some valiant frontswith a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & charmthis old man kept rhyming onjoints creaking while I squeak around the stage,hella grandmothers telling me I ought to act my age.deranged already, I don't got no brain medicine.if we were running out of food on
a boat, I'd get jettisonedor eaten. I'm unsweetened.don't tell me that I got the shortest straw, I'm not a cretin.just a little senile and gassy and slowbut I bet I'm very salty and I could still row.let's gobble on that infant. infants are useless.also very soft, which is good, 'cause I'm toothless.come on kids, you wanna get rescued or what?don't mumble all amongst yourselves. speak up!I lost my earhorn the other day on the bus.you would think by the way you whippersnappers make a fussthat I said something crazy, profound or obscene.wait, where'd the ocean go? where have you taken me?This old man, he rhymed twicehe found this would not sufficewith a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & vimthis old man was dour and grimnow frontalot's shopping for the top of the hill.should have bought a burial plot soon as I got ill,but I foolishly thought that I could put it off;now I'm ghoulishly fraught with a [koff koff koff].soft in the head, hard in the disposition:how'd I earn this in
tractable attritionof the vigor that I figured would be mine for life?is there no upside? well, the rhymes are rife!every year I'm alive, add to my vocabulary.gonna do it till I'm staring at the ceiling in the mortuary.plus I'm probably wise by nowand could do all the things old people talk aboutlike count pills, argue bills at diners,get a little tiny funky car and be a shriner,go to the haberdasher so I could look dapper,get stroke and forget I'm too old to be a rapper...This old man, he rhymed thricehe spoke a thin gruel of lieswith a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & spunkthis old man's rhymes was bunkThis old man, he rhymed lotsrhymed till he grew liver spotswith a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & cheerwhy he rhymed remains unclear