Off of the tree of life I just picked me a prune.
Once I admired the sun, but now I love the moon.
Looks like I got here and 'twas not one bit too soon.

The best's already come. We've both seen better days.
It's like the final acts in those great Shakespeare plays.

'Though we are old we're not yet dead.
We're not close to our ends.
I still have some hair on my head,
And you don't wear "Depends".

The best's already come, but babe you're fine for me.
Neither of us are cursed with senility.

We both still can dance,
And we still have the desire.
For in our ill-fitting pants
There's the remnants of a fire.

Time to put on those wonderful old eight-track tapes.
Everyone knows that raisins are sweeter than grapes.

Even though we are past our prime,
Think of us as mature.
I'm not among Greek ruins, I'm
On a historic tour!

The best's already come, and I guess that it should.
The best's already come, but it's still damn good!

(Spoken) Whoa - Ho!

(NO fading out - I have no intention to "go gently into that good night"!)