I rounded first never thought
of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's
position
Crack went my leg like the
shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't
pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible,
these brittle bones don't bend
Chorus:
I'm growing older but not
up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly
stuck
Let those winds of time blow
over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living
than live while I'm dead
Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin' south as the waters
grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the
hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in
his shoulder
But that's how it goes (that's
how it goes), right to the end
Though his body's quite flexible,
that barnacle brain don't bend
Chorus:
I'm growing older but not
up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly
stuck
Let those winds of time blow
over my head
I'd rather die while I'm livin'
than live while I'm dead
(instrumental)
Now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened
to witness
And time takes its toll as
we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical
fitness
So what the hell, we'll take
it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated
the nightlife still wins
Chorus:
I'm growing older but not
up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly
stuck
Let those winds of change
blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living
than live while I'm dead
Let those winds of time blow
over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living
than live while I'm dead
Marco Giunco |
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