On the day that I retired I thought I had a plan
Now I'd be free to do the things I missed as a young man
That's when mother nature said she had a plan or two
Now that you're old there's limits on the things that you can do
I'm not sure I understand how it all came to this
Where I can't hear and I can't see and all my joints are stiff
They call these these the golden years but I am not consoled
This is what I have to say to that
I hate being old
I hate being old
I hate everything about it
The golden years aren't gold
I hate being old
Pretty girls don't notice me it's like that I'm not there
I always wear a baseball cap to hide my thinning hair
I may walk into a room and then seem lost in thought
I know I'm there for something but I can't remember what
I'm not sure I understand how it all came to this
Where I can't hear and I can't see and all my joints are stiff
They call these the golden years but I am not consoled
This is what I have to say to that
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I hate everything about it... I hate everything about it...
I hate everything about it... I hate everything about it...
I hate everything about it... I hate everything about it ...
I hate everything about it...
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When I look in the mirror it makes me want to cry
I'm 18 on the inside but outside I'm 65
And sometimes I worry about this dichotomy
That old man in the mirror's not the man I want to be
I'm not sure I understand how it all came to this
Where I can't hear and I can't see and all my joints are stiff
They call these the golden years but I am not consoled
This is what I have to say to that
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