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Old Age is Golden

This is a song Sol loved enough to type it out on his computer and perform.

How do I know my youth is all spent
My get-up-and-go has got up and went
But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin
And think of the places my get-up has been

Old age is golden, so I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get out of bed
With my teeth in the cup my wig in the drawer
And I hope my glass eye isn't rolling on the floor

When I was young my slippers were red
I could kick my legs way up over my head
When I got older my slippers were blue
But still I could still dance the whole night through

Now I am old and my slippers are black
I huff to the store and puff my way back
But never you laugh I don't mind at all
I'd rather be huffin' than not puff at all

I wake up each morning and dust off my wits
I open the papers and read the "obits"
If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed

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