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Your body creaks, your bones they grind;
You hope that you have lost your mind.
'Cause otherwise there’s no excuse
For dribbling all your apple juice.
Your mind is gone, it's turned to goo,
No longer useful as a tool.
You used to be carefree and gay;
Now you need more help each passing day.
You like to think you look good for your age - oh yeah.
It's closer to the truth to say “Go dig my grave.”
You're gonna have to face it: you're too old to live.

Your teeth they gave you the slip
And now your food you must sip;
You used to each big steaks and such,
Now all you eat is purple mush.
And so much more has gone to pot,
Deterioration you hope will stop.
This hope is futile, this you know,
But still you wish it wasn't so.
You like to think you look good for your age - oh yeah.
It's closer to the truth to say “Go dig my grave.”
You're gonna have to face it: you're too old to live.

When you go out, you fall and slip;
Looks like you have broken your hip.
You get a new one, you don't care:
At least now you have got a pair!
Your body's filled with others' parts;
All of yours sit in jars,
And students of biology
Use them for Geriatrics 103.
You like to think you look good for your age - oh yeah.
It's closer to the truth to say “Go dig my grave.”
You're gonna have to face it: you're too old to live.

Your hair it is always mussed;
It was rented from Toupees 'R Us.
Your pants are pulled up to your chin;
You even change them now and then.
Your ears are gone, your eyes are too,
You hope someone will rescue you
From all this impending doom.
Your wife says "Terry", and you say "Whom?"
You like to think you look good for your age - oh yeah.
It's closer to the truth to say “Go dig my grave.”
You're gonna have to face it: you're too old to live.