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[Chorus (and after each verse):] 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 said But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on the table until I wake up. As sleep dims my vision I say to myself: Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? But though nations are warring and business is vexed I'll stick around to see what happens next. When I was young my slippers were red, I could kick up my heels right over my head. When I was older my slippers were blue, But still I could dance the whole night thru. Now I am older my slippers are black, I huff to the store and I puff my way back. But never you laugh; I don't mind at all, I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all. I get up each morning and dust off my wits Open the paper and read the obits If I'm not there I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed Aus Songtexte Mania