I want to be old 

And creek by the fire 

I want to smell of rotting wood 

It's all I desire 

I want my joints to seize up 

I want my legs to ache 

I want my eyesight to fail 

I want my skin to flake 

To be old 

I want to be old 

I want false teeth 

And not be able to chew 

I want to be senile 

A centigenarian fool 

I want lots of wrinkles 

Want my hearing to go 

I want to be ignored 

And I want to be slow 

To be old 

I want to be old