Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flip Top Head
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bowie Bartlett
Songwriter
Bertie Beer
Songwriter
Ollie White
Songwriter
Marie Freiss
Songwriter
Harrison Spooner
Songwriter
Harry Giles
Songwriter
Lirik
I can’t wait until I’m old, I’ll fold up my shopping bags and tuck them in my back pocket
I can’t wait until I’m old and sold my yarn on to some hands that don’t shake like mine
I can’t wait until I’m old, told by my kids that their kids won’t be kids for long
I can’t wait until I’m old, holding my pen like the confidence I used to hold
Controlled in my gaze and I
I can’t wait
I can’t wait until I’m old, I’ll fold up my shopping bags and tuck them in my back pocket
I can’t wait until I’m old and sold my yarn on to some hands that don’t shake like mine
I can’t wait until I’m old, told by my kids that their kids won’t be kids for long
I can’t wait until I’m old, holding my pen like the confidence I used to hold
Controlled in my gaze and I
And I can’t wait
I can’t wait until I’m old, I’ll fold up my shopping bags and tuck them in my back pocket
I can’t wait until I’m old and sold my yarn on to some hands that don’t shake like mine
I can’t wait until I’m old, told by my kids that their kids won’t be kids for long
I can’t wait until I’m old, holding my pen like the confidence I used to hold
I can’t wait until I’m old, I’ll fold up my shopping bags and tuck them in my back pocket
I can’t wait until I’m old and sold my yarn on to some hands that don’t shake like mine
I can’t wait until I’m old, told by my kids that their kids won’t be kids for long
I can’t wait until I’m old, holding my pen like the confidence I used to hold
And I
And I can’t wait
I can’t wait
And I
I can’t wait until I’m old, I’ll fold up my shopping bags and tuck them in my back pocket
I can’t wait until I’m old and sold my yarn on to some hands that don’t shake like mine
I can’t wait until I’m old, told by my kids that their kids won’t be kids for long
I can’t wait until I’m old, holding my pen like the confidence I used to hold
I can’t wait until I’m old, I’ll fold up my shopping bags and tuck them in my back pocket
I can’t wait until I’m old and sold my yarn on to some hands that don’t shake like mine
I can’t wait until I’m old, told by my kids that their kids won’t be kids for long
I can’t wait until I’m old, holding my pen like the confidence I used to hold
Written by: Bertie Beer, Bowie Bartlett, Harrison Spooner, Harry Giles, Marie Freiss, Ollie White
