Getting Old - Those Poor Bastards

Why do I hate everything new?

Why are my eyeballs sinking in?

You’re getting old, buddy!

You’re getting old

Why is my my skin melting like wax?

Why is my hair so gray and thin?

You’re getting old, buddy!

You’re getting old

Is there a devil to return my youth

If I should give him my soul?

And would he even want my-

My poor, stinkin' soul?

No!

Why do I feel so fuckin' scared?

Why do I cower from sin?

You’re getting old, buddy!

You’re getting old

And tell me-

Tell me, why is the light growing so dim?

Why can I never, ever win?

You’re getting old, buddy!

You’re getting old

Is there a devil to return my youth

If I should give him my soul?

And would he even want my-

My poor, stinkin' soul?

No!

Getting old

I guess I’ve had it

I guess I’m past my prime

Guess I’m way, way, way over the hill

I’m so old

How did it happen?

How did it happen?

How did I get so old?

How did it happen?

Give me my youth, Satan!

Give me back my youth!

Satan, please help!