once upon a time when we were friends,
we both got so old, we need depends
no happy ever after, fingers bent,

wish upon a star if that might get
the nurse to come, by bummy is wet
pull upon the cord if that might help

what's it like to get up, before you do your dump?
what's it like to have backs still devoid of humps?

well I hope and I pray that maybe some day
the stem cells developments start
parts I subtract like my intestinal tract
now that they're gone they'll implant them back
then I'll be me, complete you see,
remember from the start.. all of my parts

rolling down the halls in wheelchair spins
they wipe me up when I have a drool chin
their napkins and the kleenex sure feel great
sentimental hours now pass me by
memory with power in the fossil tower
I'm so disappointed I have no friends...

now I won't be told thare's a pot of gold just outside of the window
with that pleasure comes pain, that makes no gain
I hate to grow old


well I hope and I pray that maybe some day
the stem cells developments start
parts I subtract like my intestinal tract
now that they're gone they'll implant them back
then I'll be me, complete you see,
remember from the start.. all of my parts


well I hope and I pray that maybe some day
the stem cells developments start
parts I subtract like my intestinal tract
now that they're gone they'll implant them back
then I'll be me, complete you see,
remember from the start.. all of my parts