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[BERTHE] |
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When you are as old as I, my dear |
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And I hope that you never are |
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You will woefully wonder why, my dear |
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Through your cataracts and catarrh |
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You could squander away or sequester |
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A drop of a precious year |
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For when your best days are yester |
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The rest'er twice as dear.... |
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What good is a field on a fine summer night |
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When you sit all alone with the weeds? |
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Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite |
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You spit out your teeth with the seeds? |
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Before it's too late stop trying to wait |
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For fortune and fame you're secure of |
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For there's one thing to be sure of, mate: |
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There's nothing to be sure of! |
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Oh, it's time to start livin' |
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Time to take a little from this world we're given |
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Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
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In just no time at all.... |
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I've never wondered if I was afraid |
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When there was a challenge to take |
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I never thought about how much I weighed |
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When there was still one piece of cake |
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Maybe it's meant the hours I've spent |
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Feeling broken and bent and unwell |
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But there's still no cure more heaven-sent |
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As the chance to raise some hell |
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Everybody.... |
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[ALL] |
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Oh, it's time to start livin' |
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Time to take a little from this world we're given |
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Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
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In just no time at all.... |
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Now when the drearies do attack |
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And a siege of the sads begins |
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I just throw these noble shoulders back |
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And lift these noble chins |
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Give me a man who is handsome and strong |
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Someone who's stalwart and steady |
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Give me a night that's romantic and long |
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And give me a month to get ready |
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Now I could waylay some aging roue |
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And persuade him to play in some cranny |
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But it's hard to believe I'm being led astray |
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By a man who calls me granny |
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[ALL] |
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Oh, it's time to start livin' |
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Time to take a little from this world we're given |
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Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
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In just no time at all.... |
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Oh, it's time to start livin' |
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Time to take a little from this world we're given |
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Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
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In just no time at all.... |
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Sages tweet that age is sweet |
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Good deeds and good work earns you laurels |
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But what could make you feel more obsolete |
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Than being noted for your morals? |
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Here is a secret I never have told |
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Maybe you'll understand why |
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I believe if I refuse to grow old |
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I can stay young till I die |
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Now, I've known the fears of sixty-six years |
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I've had troubles and tears by the score |
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But the only thing I'd trade them for |
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Is sixty-seven more.... |
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Oh, it's time to keep livin' |
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Time to keep takin' from this world we're given |
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You are my time, so I'll throw off my shawl |
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And watching your flings be flung all over |
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Makes me feel young all over |
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[BETHE AND BOYS] |
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In just no time at all.... |
