I Want To Run Again

I’m getting older, I’m much more colder, and getting thinner yeah that’s why I need my dinner

I’m getting smaller, a constant faller, I keep forgetting just what I’m supposed to call ya

You see my zimmer frame, it’s rusted up again, I guess I’m gonna have to use my sturdy walking cane

I want to run again, cos wheelchairs are a pain, I use my bus pass just to ease my varicosal veins

We need adventures, good fitting dentures, not brittle bones or diabetes or dementias

Don’t dis my scooter, cos I’ll just hoot ya, and if you dis me too I’m gonna have to boot ya

We hate them carers who, just bruise us like we’re fools,

let’s have some one who treats us all like human beings too

Don’t give us meals on wheels, that taste like slimy eels,

don’t talk like we’re all deaf and think that we can hardly see

Don’t get much pension, just loads of tension, sometimes it might be better being in detention

Our lungs don’t like us, when we get bronchitis, so we go on Saga holidays to Spain or Cyprus

And that pneumonia, it tries to own ya, but we’ll kick its ass to somewhere outside of Mongolia

Talk of euthanasia, gives us all heart failure, we’ll keep on mumbling snoozing dribbling for a saviour

All of us old timers, suffering from Alzheimer’s, we still remember when there were shipbuilders and miners

Shall we take our final ride, with assisted suicide, or wait till science one day makes us all immortalised