| I must be getting old - the music's far too loud, it's shaking my skull, as I fight through the crowd. I must be getting old - there's far too much smoke, I think I've lost a lung, and I'm trying not to choke. I must be getting old - the bar's far too congested, it's getting rather irksome; I want a drink unmolested. I must be getting old - the drinks are far too sweet, sticky, sickly syrups, the floor's tacky at my feet. I must be getting old - the prices are far too high, that girl is over-friendly, but I can't be bothered to lie. I must be getting old - the girls are far too young, pre-pubescent in appearance, drunk and highly-strung. I must be getting old - at the sights I'm appalled, couples are cavorting and girls are being mauled I must be getting old - I used to drink and dance till dawn, it's quarter past eleven and I'm stifling a yawn. I must be getting old - every other drink's a coke, if it weren't I be unconscious, the butt of every joke. I must be getting old - yet maybe it's a good thing, though growing old in general has a bitter sting. |