Dragon gyrate on the stage
we are moshing on the floor
like we don't know our age
altered lyrics we all roar:
"We were Young,
We were Free!
I can't dance,
I've stuffed my knee!"
Aged Rockers twitch
to the same old beat;
some on the floor
some in their seat.
There's no more Hair
for the wind to ruffle;
they do the dance there;
the glucosamine shuffle!
Move the leg forward
then clutch your knee,
gasp out the dread word
Rheumatism defines me!
The women still amazing look
like reconstructed Sixties groupies,
I don't know just what that took
Dollars, Yuan, or maybe rupees!
Their husbands look more like their Dad
They don't mind that they look old.
As long as their trophy wives aren't sad
Who really cares if they are bald?
It is true we're old, but we're not a bore:
we are rocking bold; we're still hard-core!
It's a week later now: I'm still in some pain.
But if my wife wanted, I'd do it all again!
Glucosamine Sulphate, Fish Oil capsules,
Over 50 Vitamins and a Blood Pressure pill!
When we get old we feel such fools
still having fun when we're over the hill!