Some people say We’re not getting older We’re just getting better
The wine will age much better than the face The candles on the cake seem to spoil the taste The smile is thin, the skin is thick, The hands are like a pair of bricks
The wrinkled eyes and the worry lines The out of date and out of style And now the out of time The aches and pains All the mistakes and all the who’s to blame
Some people say We’re not getting older We’re just getting better
The tired legs and the out of breath The final trip to bed To drink the final dregs Shaky and old The Varicose The hand on the remote control.