Just a old man, here, trying to make the fire go..slo-poke Sam, still trying to run the show. Doctors said, “You won’t make it/You’ll be good!” (Well which is it?? sucker!) So I’m sitting in the house freezing, can’t catch the firewood on fire..cause the kindling’s wet. Old age blues, old brown shoes..what’s to lose? You’ll get old, too, my friend, you’ll see..old like me. Well DMV took away my license, and the cops they took my car, ha! now I’m driving these old brown shoes to town, can’t go very far. Old age creepin’ up, my place a mess, –won’t do! old age blues, old age blues. Someone gave me a bicycle and so I git hit by a car..contusions, compound fractures and all. Thanks, my lucky star. So here I’m laying on the couch stiff like ah icicle! ran out the food-stamps, too, can see my breath hanging in the air..can’t hear it though, stuck watchin’ Oprah all day, –an’ Joy, too, Whoopie! what a square..Hundred ‘n’ fifty a month for that sh**, Boy! life it ain’t fair. Why they put these ugly old broads on my TV? all for me?? I guess, it’s the..’s just the old age blues, old age blues, yeah, ladies and gentlemen, yes, getting old really sucks, I want you to know that. So here’s muh, here it is, my..Last wee-ill an’ tess-a-ment: Just bury me with mah TV..my TV and that old car-key, Old’s 88, –and put on me a new pair of shoes, thanks, thank you! Sign’d, another old guy, older and no wiser..old age blues (they may get you, too).