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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by 24 track, Oct 12, 2018 at 1:13 AM.
That's a fun song. I've totally forgotten it, but used to hear it from time to time.
I'm 69 in a couple of weeks. Except for swimming in a lake a couple of years ago on Vancouver island, I never take my shirt off outside, not even in the back yard.
I ain't as good as I once was
I got a few years on me now
But there was a time, back in my prime...
Definitely one of my theme songs, lol.
I started to write a song for that some years ago. the first line is...
"you're young and you're hot, I'm old and I'm not...."
I can't post the rest because of forum rules, but trust me, it went seriously downhill from there. yours if you can do anything with it
Ooh La La - Faces
Hope that never happens to me.
Reminds me of this Westerberg favorite:
Yours is young, and mine is not
Yours is new, and mine is shot
And everybody knows it
And you know that you're over the hill
When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill
I ran across this song a couple of years ago and sprung it on my band mates during practice one day. I do this frequently with these whimsical songs - I just tell them "I want to play a song you've never heard, just indulge me. I want to hear how it sounds with our band, and then I promise we'll never play it again."
One song I did this with, we've actually played in public a few times (from Hee Haw - Where oh Where are you Tonight)
In regards to a less-than faithful woman , my band wrote a song with the line
“I trust her less than an old man trusts a fart”
Well at least you know what might happen with a fart, but with a wild woman, you just never know.
First verse and chorus of a song I wrote about the sadness of aging...
See the way I comb my hair?
Things are gettin' pretty thin up there.
See the way I always smile?
Zoloft and Ambien are my new style,
They make me feel real good for a while.
Get off! Get off! Get offa my lawn!
I can not help this crazy trip I'm on.
Don't know when it started or when it will end.
I can't even see up around the bend.
I think you might have yourself a country hit right there. Or, you could get in touch with Molly B, I think she could turn that into a polka right quick, by golly!
Yup...polka for sure on dat one dere.
When them old ducks are whirling like dervishes in the wind, I'll bet they have to keep the back door open and a big fan turning. Most of 'em are wearing depends to catch the big stuff, but man that gasometer's gotta be hitting the peg.
I was going to say that I know how he feels … but no I do not .
Somehow...I had envisioned this taking place while wearing a kilt.....not too sure why though.