The Right Side of the Grass

Well, I done lost my grip...      
and my skin don't fit...        
My perky parts ain't perky any more.        
        
Cain't find my keys        
and now my knees        
are evenin' the score...for          
         
all the stupid things I done          
when I was a young lass.        
So don't just mope        
'cause there's always hope          
on the right side of the grass.        
         
Every cliff I climbed        
All the falls  I took        
as I bounced down the hill on my ass..        
         
But, hey... it's OK        
'cause I'm hangin' here        
on the right side of the grass        
         
That's the thing /about getting old...        
yer hands get weak /and yer feet get cold        
The skin don't fit /like it used to do...        
But there's some really good stuff too        
         
We can forget names /with impunity        
no one thinks we're being rude...        
We're too close to Eternity /to blame for being crude.        
         
Eccentricity's expected,/ it's normal to be strange...        
A little weirdnes never hurts          
just don't act deranged...    
         
Oh I got my Senior Discount  Card        
and travelin's a gas        
just as long as we stay on         
the right side of the grass. *Jº