BABY BOOMER BLUES

I've got age spots on the back of my hands; My face is wrinkling too; Instead of aging gracefully, I've got baby boomer blues.

I'd like to find the fountain of youth; I wonder if it really exists; It seems like only yesterday, That I looked something like this:

OK I might be stretching it, But only just a little; I was a "looker" back in "those days" Now I wipe away spittle!

Oh Lord, my body's achin' Everything's fallin' apart; My bones are getting weaker; My hair has a strange new part.

I'd love to do the Watusi, Or maybe the Pony or Twist; But I'm lucky just to be able To sit here and type like this.

I guess I should accept it; And stop my whining too. But I can't seem to help it; I've got baby boomer blues.

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