Eric Idle - One Foot in the Grave | Текст песни

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• One Foot in the Grave

They say I might as well face the truth,
That I am just too long in the tooth,
I’ve started to deteriorate,
And now I’m past my own sell-by date.

Oh I am no spring chicken it’s true,
I have to pop my teeth in to chew,
And my knees are starting to know,
I’ve just got too many miles on the clock.

So I’m a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways
It’s true that my body has seen better days,
But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave
One foot in the grave.
One foot in the grave

[Instrumental]

So I’m losing my hair
And my spine’s a bit kinked
I may be rare, but I’m not yet extinct
I’m an oldie, moldy, too old to rave
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave

[Instrumental]

They tell me I am well past my prime,
The landlord in the sky’s calling time,
But there’s one thing that he ought to know
I am not yet ready to go

I know I’m old but I’m not a freak,
I should be cherished like an antique,
But every time I have a slight cough,
I’m worried they’ll start switching me off.

So I’m a wrinkly, crinkly but don’t send a cheer,
I’m not exactly a little old dear,
But one things for sure I’m still bloody well here.
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave.
One foot in the grave.

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