Rage, rage with all your might Rage, rage but don’t get uptight Need to keep things loose and flowing Otherwise it will be such heavy going Some parts of me are past their best My doctor wants a daily blood test I tell him I’m feeling blessed And he should give it a rest Maybe it's all in my head But some days I struggle to get out of bed And if I lie there and cannot sleep My alarm gives a bloody loud bleep My lungs no longer function all that well Sometimes they just swell These days I am slower than a tortoise Or is it Early Onset Rigor Mortis? Every week I buy my wife flowers She is fit and can walk for hours And sometimes she does... without knowing And with no clue where she is going At least we have each other Is what we told one another But that was before She don't know me anymore But on the plus side... I don’t smell And anyway, everyone can go to hell Things can be tough when you are ninety-four But thank the lord, I am not poor
