So there was a time
When we were young.
I smiled at my friends.
Such gullible children
We looked at the stars
To find Neverlands.
But year after year
I wasted my times.
I found my dreams shatter.
The old age has come
Completing my life.
The sooner the better.

Old age. My train's overdue.
Bad age. I'm the last in a queue.
Old age. Millions will know.
Bad age. It's the end of the show.

I had two girl-friends,
Mary-Lou and Janet,
Such nice and clever.
The former is ill.
The latter is dead.
They're finished forever.
My hair is grey.
Good times passed me by.
They walked helter-skelter.
I'm drinking my whisky
And losing my mind.
I can't find a shelter.