And you know that you're over
the hill
When your mind makes a promise
that your body can't fill
Doin' the old folks boogie
And boogie we will
'Cause to us the thought's
as good as a thrill
Back at the home,
No time is your own,
Facillities there, they're
all out on loan
The bank forclose, and your
bankruptcy shows
And your credit creeps to
an all-time low
So you know, that you're over
the hill
When your mind makes a promise
that your body can't fill
Try and get a rise from an
atrophied muscle,
And the nerves in your thigh
just quivers and fizzles
So you know, that you're over
the hill
When your mind makes a promise
that your body can't fill
Marco Giunco |
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