One Foot in the grave

They say I might as well face the truth
That I am just too long in the tooth.
So I'm an OAP and weak-kneed
But I have not yet quite gone to seed.
I may be over the hill now that I have retired
Fading away but I've not yet expired.
Clapped out, run down, too old to save
One Foot in the Grave.

They say I might as well face the truth
That I am just too long in the tooth.
I've started to deteriorate
And now I've passed my own sell-by date.

Oh, I am no spring chicken it's true.
I have to pop my teeth in to chew.
And my old knees have started to knock
I've just got too many miles on the clock.

So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways.
It's true that my body has seen better days.
But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave. :lol:
One Foot in the Grave.

Anon

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But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave. :lol:

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Your telling us lol :lol:

Thanks for that Victor, er, I mean Golach! :lol: And here's the rest of it, written by Eric Idle. It's from "Eric Idle Sings Monty Python".


So I’m losing my hair
And my spine’s a bit kinked
I may be rare, but I’m not yet extinct
I’m an oldie, moldy, too old to rave
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave

They tell me I am well past my prime,
The landlord in the sky’s calling time,
But there’s one thing that he ought to know
I am not yet ready to go

I know I’m old but I’m not a freak,
I should be cherished like an antique,
But every time I have a slight cough,
I’m worried they’ll start switching me off.

So I’m a wrinkly, crinkly but don’t send a cheer,
I’m not exactly a little old dear,
But one things for sure I’m still bloody well here.
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave.


Music and lyrics by: Eric Idle