I want to be old 
And creek by the fire 
I want to smell of rotting wood 
It's all I desire 
I want my joints to seize up 
I want my legs to ache 
I want my eyesight to fail 
I want my skin to flake 
To be old 
I want to be old 
I want false teeth 
And not be able to chew 
I want to be senile 
A centigenarian fool 
I want lots of wrinkles 
Want my hearing to go 
I want to be ignored 
And I want to be slow 
To be old 
I want to be old