Golden Years

Once sailing the high and might seas Now I get blown over by a breeze Could reach the stars now I can't reach my knees Check my pants every time I sneeze When my knees rub together it brings me to tears Doctor says I have to limit my beers Getting medical tests just heighten my fears So why the hell do they call these the GOLDEN YEARS If I don't wear glasses, I just can't see When I get up in the morning, I just can't pee It's almost impossible to bend my knee My chastity belt ain't got no key Doctor said I won't tell you no lie You're going to live until the day you die And the longer you live, the richer am I If you ever lose medicare I'm going to cry These are the GOLDEN YEARS. Let's celebrate Bran muffins and prunes on a paper plate Metamucil doesn't taste that great A moving experience. that's my fate.