| Lyrics: | Lately all the songs I write
Are slow and on the mellow side.
I used to stand on
MTV,
But now they bring a chair for me.
Let me get a tube of ointment
Let's rub
my achy joints,
And turn my hearing aid loud,
And throw Depends into the
crowd.
This must be how it feels,
This must be how it feels,
To get
old.
If I try to play hard rock,
It'd probably put me into shock.
Don't
expect no big drum fills,
The drummer's lost his motor skills.
So let's get to the
point,
I'm as mellow as the Doobies.
And when I head to the commode,
I just
pray that I can go.
And this must be how it feels,
To be old |
