[00:04.851]How do I know my youth is all spent?
[00:07.977]My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
[00:11.829]But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
[00:15.456]And think of the places my getup has been!
[00:19.879]
[00:23.486]Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard said,
[00:26.596]But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
[00:30.231]With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
[00:33.855]My eyes on the table until I wake up.
[00:41.352]As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself:
[00:45.484]Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
[00:48.812]But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed,
[00:53.699]We’ll still stick around to see what happens next!
[00:58.095]
[00:58.871]How do I know my youth is all spent?
[01:01.198]My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
[01:05.041]But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
[01:08.917]And think of the places my getup has been!
[01:17.692]
[01:18.205]When I was young, my slippers were red;
[01:21.061]I could kick up my heels right over my head.
[01:24.688]When I was older my slippers were blue,
[01:28.845]But still I could dance the whole night through.
[01:35.292]Now I am older, my slippers are black.
[01:38.119]I huff to the store and puff my way back.
[01:42.242]But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all:
[01:46.412]I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all!
[01:49.726]
[01:50.502]How do I know my youth is all spent?
[01:53.601]My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
[01:57.241]But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
[02:01.114]And think of the places my getup has been!
[02:04.718]
[02:09.913]I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
[02:13.292]Open the paper, and read the Obits.
[02:16.917]If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
[02:20.818]So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
[02:24.418]
[02:25.192]How do I know my youth is all spent?
[02:28.262]My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
[02:32.142]But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
[02:35.742]And think of the places my getup has been!