Growing Old Disgracefully - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

You won’t still need me when I’m sixty four years old

Cantankerous and greedy and complaining of the cold

Maybe Heaven waits for me if I’m as good as gold

I’m not going gracefully, doing what I’m told

I don’t want your pensions

I don’t want your pills

I don’t want your testaments and wills

I don’t want your jumpers

I don’t want your scarves

I don’t think this honeymoon will last

I don’t need you to patronise me

I don’t want the milkman to find me

I don’t need that, thank you kindly

I don’t want your science to blind me

I don’t want your advertisements

I won’t give up my driving licence

For all the years of noise and violence

I don’t want your two minutes silence

I don’t want your pensions

I don’t want your pills

I don’t want your testaments and wills

I don’t want your jumpers

I don’t want your scarves

I don’t think this honeymoon will last

I don’t want the honeymoon to last

I just want my future to live up to my past

I don’t wanna take a government bribe

I don’t wanna take a freebie bus ride

I don’t wanna see The Beatles revived

Not at any time while I’m still alive

I don’t want to carry carrier bags

I don’t need a lot of razzmatazz

Just some tick ‘a' tape

Some bunting and flags

I want a funeral

With a band that plays jazz

I won’t be part of any marketing plan

I am the heart of every marketing man

I won’t be paying any V.A.T

I won’t be O.A.P.L.C

I’m growing old disgracefully