I\'m 47 years old
Still a long way to go
And I\'m trudging along
This cobbled old road
The journey I\'m on
Isn\'t done with me yet
Despite my unhealthy feeble attempts
I constantly ache
My hearing has gone
My eyes are both knackered
And the days go on and on
I\'ve become more disappointed
In the people I know
And the ones that I don\'t
Well to hell they can go
I just can\'t wait until
Death comes along
With his hourglass and scythe
And a look from beyond
And I\'ll greet him as a friend
And say \'you took your time! \'
And he\'ll say to me
\'Well Sax now you\'re mine\'
And I\'ll go with him running
You just wait and see
Cos this bloody body
Is the death of me
But I\'m only 47
Still a ways to go
Unless that old fate
Knows something I don\'t
So on I go grumbling
About the world and his wife
Complain about nothing
And things I don\'t like
Wake every morning
With pain in my back
And then spend my day working
Until I hit the sack
Only 47!
There\'s no justice in this world
Can\'t I wake up at 80
And then have done with it all?!