Old

Old I'm gettin' old I'm gettin' old, to me Old I'm gettin' old I'm gettin' old, to me I walk out the door, and I don't fix my hair I can't fit in the clothes I used to love to wear I cry about things, and why should I care? Old I'm gettin' old I'm gettin' old, to me I can't get to sleep 'cause my day's out of sync I bat both my eyes when I try to wink I could use a massage just to get out the kinks Oh, old I'm gettin' old I'm gettin' old, to me Old Old Old, to me I used to buy sevens, now eight is my size The makeup I use is designed to hide I feel more at ease when there's a restroom close by Old I'm gettin' old I'm gettin' old, to me I don't leave my house by myself very much I'm scared to drive on highways and such They keep sayin' I'm hip, but I'm way out of touch I'm old I'm gettin' old I'm gettin' old, to me Old Old Old, to me