Golden Years

I'm starting to wonder what I did To make the world wanna pick on me Why did they blur all my magazines And make the print too small to see And why do people seem to get quiet Whenever I come around They just stand there moving their lips But I can barely make out a sound The kids have a whole new language Is there something they're trying to hide Could it be some kind of conspiracy That's something I just can't abide I've already seen the doctor three times About the hair growing out of my ears He just grins and nods his head And mumbles you're getting up in years And if by now you've figured out It sounds like I'm getting old Then why do they call it our golden years When it's got nothing to do with gold