In my bed I'm lyin' and flat on my back
Can't get up "cause of my sacroiliac
Rundown, I'm tired and worn
I can't work, I can't play, even look at porn
Rundown, I'm aging, I think
I can't run, I can't jump, I can't have a drink

I've been looking old and gray little more each day
And I find I don't watch everything I say
Sometimes I'm such an old fool
That I wonder if I was ever really so cool
Sometimes I need a few pills
Gonna buy me some stock from the folks that make Advil

There's a pain in every move that I try to make
Trying to move that old table was my first mistake
Rundown, I'm too pooped to pop
Pretty soon this old ticker is gonna stop
Sometimes, I feel a has-been
Then it's Monday morning, I go to work again

I think I was born already with some faded genes
I'm a hard livin' geezer, a long way from teens
Rundown, my head is now bare
I find I can't make it up a flight of stairs
Rundown, my ankle joints creak
And I better stay in bed for the whole next week
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