The hair goes white, like I've had a fright
Where there's hair left to be seen
A visage of desolation
Beside the man that I have been

The body's failing, there's so much gas inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried!

Don't let them know, don't let them see
Behave the age that you still want to be
Conceal what's real, don't let them know
It starts to show:

Gettin' old, gettin' old
Youth gone for ever more
Gettin' old, gettin' old
Arthritic joints are always sore

I'm so far
Past middle age
But I won't let on!
Bein' old never bothered me yesterday

It's funny, failing eyesight
Makes certain things seem small
And the parts that once controlled me
Now get no damn use at all!

So many things that I can't do
This custard skin I can't break through
Now mind's got small, now vote U.K.
I.P.

Gettin' old, gettin' old
I am full of wind and I'm
Gettin' old, gettin' old
I'm running out of time

Dyeing where
The hair turns grey
Cover up signs of age...

My bowel flurries with a most disturbing sound
Ah.. soul is thundering with flatus echoes all around
And one thought crystallizes like a slimy blast
That wasn't only gas..
Wet farts is what I've passed

Gettin' old, gettin' old
I can't rise at the break of dawn
Gettin' old, gettin' old
That perfect body's gone!

I don't care
If hair turns grey
Or some piss widdles out
The old always smell of wee, anyway