[Intro: fast cheerful acoustic strumming, bodhrán and foot stomps kick in immediately, fiddle and tin whistle teasing the melody] [Verse 1: male lead, playful but fully sung] Oh I woke up this morning and I felt kinda wrong There was a little bit of pain where I swear I was strong A little bit of pain that just showed up uninvited In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Chorus: male lead, female harmony joins on final line] And the pain in the back And the back in the bed And the bed in the house And the house in my head In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Verse 2: male lead, fiddle answering between lines] Now in that back there was a little more crack Sounded like popcorn every time I’d relax A little more crack in that popcorn back In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Chorus: slightly faster, female responses and handclaps building] And the crack in the back And the back in the pain And the pain in the bed And the bed in the house And the house in my head In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Verse 3: male lead, female harmony becoming more playful] Now in that head there was a little more fog Where’d I put my phone and where’s the dog A little more fog in that memory log In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Chorus: faster cumulative delivery, fiddle and whistle chasing the vocal] And the fog in the head And the head on the neck And the neck on the back And the crack in the back And the back in the pain And the pain in the bed And the bed in the house And the house in my head In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Verse 4: male lead, full band bouncing harder] Now in that gut there was a little more fight I ate three tacos and lost the whole night A little more fight from a single bite In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Chorus: faster again, male and female trading lines, group vocals joining] And the fight in the gut And the gut under chest And the chest on the neck And the neck on the back And the crack in the back And the back in the pain And the pain in the bed And the bed in the house And the house in my head In my gettin’ old bod this morning [Verse 5: male lead, barely controlled Celtic folk chaos] Now in those knees there was a little more scream They sound like ghosts in a haunted machine I didn’t fall down, I descended with fear And I swear that the floor gets farther each year [Build: fiddle, whistle and pipes race upward, stomps and claps intensify] [Final Chorus: very fast cumulative singalong, male lead driving, female responses and full gang vocals piling in] And the scream in the knees And the knees under gut And the fight in the gut And the gut under chest And the chest on the neck And the neck on the back And the crack in the back And the back in the pain And the pain in the bed And the bed in the house And the house in my head And I stood up too fast And I almost saw God In my wheezin’, sneezin’, gettin’ old bod this morning [Instrumental Break: wild fiddle and tin whistle run, pounding bodhrán, stomps, claps and bright pipes] [Outro: male lead with female and group vocals joining each line, still fully sung] Oh I used to be cool I used to be wild Now I make a noise Every time that I smile If youth is wasted Then so is my spine [Full Group: huge final hit] In my rattlin’, battlin’, gettin’ old bod!
