I'm a grumpy old man of sixty two
And I don't give a damn about what you do
As long as it don't infringe on me
You're entitled to your liberty
After years of watching shit shows hit the fan
I'm a grumpy old man
I was raised a child in the swinging sixties
Most of the seventies, I was a teen
Grew up with the Beatles to Steely Dan
My heroes were artists, can you understand
Why the decades that came since made me what I am
A grumpy old man
I must look as old as Moses to you
But in my mind, I'm still twenty two
Still have my dreams, still have my goals
Some are already conquered, some a ways to go
Those soul sucking years working for the man made a
A grumpy old man
I'm not really grumpy, I'm full of joy
Full of awe and wonder like a little boy
But my ex-wife said, so it must be so
I'm a grumpy old man, as if she'd know
The years since we split made me what I am
I'm a grateful old man
