Confessions Of A Youngster, At Heart

I swore I’d never let myself get old That time and I would always be good friends It’s all just attitude is what I’m told Well, tell that to my broke back as it bends I swore I’d never go to bed at nine The nightlife that I knew would always be To dance ’til dawn would always be just fine Well, tell that to my swollen, creaky knee And yes, I’ll always dress like Brummell, Beau A tux, a tie to trot around the globe Don’t look too hard, you wouldn’t want to know I haven’t left the sofa in my robe I swore I’d never let my hair go gray There’s dye for that and for my mustache too I guess that’s what I thought back in the day But now a silver fox looks back at you So in my robe in bed at nine o’clock With aspirin for my aches and pains in hand I’m happy with my dreams and missing sock I’ve had enough damn dancing, ain’t it grand