Wrinkles On My Wrinkles
Well I just turn eighty, that's over the hill
But the Highland Fling, I'm able to do still
As my kilt flips up
One can see I'm no pup
With wrinkles on my wrinkles I'm heading downhill
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
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