| Lyrics: | O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must
spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One
thousand years old
Sure you think that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do you
know?
In my darkest hour I'm talking like this
For I am one thousand years
old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where
I go to defent misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years
old
One thousand years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what
do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, we'll be one thousand years old
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