The Idea of Growing Old

We can talk all night We can talk all day We can play charades when there is nothing to say You turn me on to the the idea of growing old. I can make you angry You can make me smile We can make origami with the kids for a while You turn me on to the idea of growing old Now it won't be long No it won't be long Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh Woah You turn me on, To the idea of growing old, Turn me on, To the idea of growing old. We can lay around And count the number of times I've acted foolish And you've rolled your eyes. You've turned me on to the idea of growing old. You in you kerchief and me in my cap We can settle down for an afternoon nap You turn me on to the idea of growing old Now it won't be long No it won't be loooong Woah, woooah Woah You Turn me on To the idea of growing old Turn me on To the idea of growing old Turn me on To the idea of growing old Turn me on To the idea of growing old Woah, woooah, Woah You turn me on to the idea of growing old. You turn me on to the idea of growing Old.