The Joys of Getting Old

Well I'm aching like a bastard

I'm always out of breath

I cannot see a thing

And I mostly feel like death

Well my feet are fucking killing

My legs they feel like lead

I sometimes fart and shit myself

When I can't get out of bed.

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Oh oh old

Well I sometimes cough and piss myself.

I now begin to smell

I need a fucking stick

Coz I'm never fucking well

Well I go down to the shop

I do it all the time

When I get there I forget

What's the next line ?

 Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Oh oh old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Oh oh old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Well it's the joys oh oh oh oh

Of getting old

Oh oh old

Oh my fucking backs killing