Gotta do something but there ain't nothing left to do Got a funny feeling that I won't be here for long Nobody seems to have the slightest idea what to do with me
Please tell them not to wonder why It's sooner or later Please tell them not to worry so I'm just an old man dying to be free
Gotta give the dog away and cancel my magazines I gotta shine my shoes And get my best suit pressed and cleaned A garden full of food will be my final contribution to the world
Please tell them not to cry for me On this wonderful occasion Please celebrate the pride in me I'm just an old man dying to be free
If I leave the needle sitting on my favorite song And I write a note, maybe they will turn it on And dance 'The Continental' in my memory
I'm heading through the '80s With a time-honored point of view But the whisper of the wind Says there's no sense in getting older, whoa Every man that's young and strong Believes that he will live to an eternity (what about you?)
Please don't wait up for me It's a personal decision Please celebrate the pride in me I'm just an old man dying to be free, to be free To be free now, to be free I said to my souls, oh whoa whoa whoa Oh whoa whoa whoa, oh whoa