David Standridge songs
For my brother...my soon-to-be 60 year-old brother.
Consider the alternative, bro..!
Consider the alternative, bro..!
If You Ain’t Getting’ Older
(Boy, You Dead)
These days your body’s got a mind of its own
There's nothing left to learn the hard way
You give up all your bad habits and still don't feel good
Can’t do anything every day
You think it always feels like you’re havin’ chest pain
And your gums are wearin’ thin
You got restless legs, no nest egg
A prostate big enough to be your Siamese twin
It takes longer to rest than it did to get tired
You call the stains on your pants abstract art
You don't remember when your wild oats turned to shredded wheat
You ain’t fallin’ down yet but you’re sure as hell fallin’ apart
If you’re thinkin’ old age comes at a bad time
Don’t let yourself be misled
If you ain’t getting’ older
Boy, you dead
They got a pill to make your stool soft
One to make you hard as a bowling pin
Combine the miracle of science with advertising clients
And they got you comin’ and goin’
Every morning it’s another surprise
A new liver spot on transparent skin
Time may be a great healer
But it's a lousy beautician
If you’re thinkin’ old age comes at a bad time
Don’t let yourself be misled
If you ain’t getting’ older
Boy, you dead
Experience is just the name we give
To our mistakes
We’d be happy to share what we’ve learned about life
If we could stay awake
Some say youth is wasted on the young
‘Cause time goes by in a blur
It may be true that you’re only young once
But you can always be immature
If you’re thinkin’ old age comes at a bad time
Don’t let yourself be misled
If you ain’t getting’ older
Boy, you dead
You ain’t old till your regrets
Take the place of your dreams
Life is understood when you take a look back
And see how much you were swimmin’ upstream
If you’re thinkin’ old age comes at a bad time
Don’t let yourself be misled
If you ain’t getting’ older
Boy, you dead
If you’re thinkin’ old age comes at a bad time
Don’t let yourself be misled
If you ain’t getting’ older
Fred, you dead
© Standridge 2009
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