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 © | Year Posted 2016

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