Too young to die, too old to tour
My hair is gone, and my back is sore
And these chords have all been played before
A busted synth lies on the floor
And I stay at home with my shit
This Casio, it never quits
And we play these songs, this one's a hit
The thought of touring makes me sick
I'm 100 years old and full of shit
But I can run, and I can kick
I don't wanna go out late at night
Drinking beer just makes me tired
Maybe I'll play just one show
With The Spits in an old folks home
And we'll all retire in Kalamazoo
With this Fender Strat and a bottle of hooch
I don't wanna run around
Don't wanna wander town to town
My hair is gone, and my back is sore
Too young to die, too old to tour
(Ah)
(Ah) too young to die, too old to tour
(Ah) too young to die, too old to tour
(Ah) too young to die, too old to tour
(Ah) too young to die, too old to tour
