What Kind of Flowers
Will soon be eighty-eight, not a great idea
To shovel snow anymore
The danger of a heart attack is ever present
Certainly not something to ignore
Up in our brains we're still young as ever
But the body's fallen way behind
So don't you go thinking, that's not me
I'm still young and able of mind
What kind of flowers d'ya want on your coffin
That's if you don't heed my warning
It's not really a subject to make jokes about
But it may help me see next morning
When we're up in years, it's more on our mind
It used to be way off in the future
Then all of a sudden it starts getting closer
Thinking about age, ain't so super
So to hurry it along, keep shovelling snow
You ain't a young pup anymore
It's up to you but if you wanna be a smart ass
Maybe make out your will before
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