
I’m bein’ cool
I’m chillin’ out
I’m up and down
I’m round about
But why’s this old fool
Out on skis?
With dicky heart
And shaky knees?
Too old for this
I cannot fib
And now another
Broken rib.

I’m bein’ cool
I’m chillin’ out
I’m up and down
I’m round about
But why’s this old fool
Out on skis?
With dicky heart
And shaky knees?
Too old for this
I cannot fib
And now another
Broken rib.

I read the paper – all bad news
I’m sick of hearing other’s views
I’m sick of doing what I’m told
I’m tired of getting tired and old
I don’t like me, I don’t like you
So what’s a grumpy guy to do?
My friends … I don’t know what to say
I’m anti-everything today

High as a kite we’re ranting and raving, so let’s make this moment a moment worth saving, let’s both indulge in whatever we’re craving, let’s have some fun, let’s start misbehaving.
OK …. not really a sentence. Sorry.

Somebody just sent this to me in the mail as a reminder of days gone by.
More fuel for my obsession with the dying light.