There is nothing the matter with me
I’m as healthy as I can be
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin
But I’m awfully well for the shape that I’m in
Arch supports I have for my feet
or I wouldn’t be able to be on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning I find I’ m alright
My memory is failing, my head is in a spin.
But I’m awfully well for the shape I am in.
Old age is golden- I’ve heard it said
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up
E’re sleep overtakes me I say to myself
Is there anything else I can lay on the shelf?
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well my “Get up and go” has got up and went
But I really don’t mind when I think with a grin
Of all the grand places my “Get up” has bin.
The moral of this as my tale unfold
That for you and me who are growing old
It’s better to say “I’m fine” with a grin
Than to let folks know the shape we are in.
