Fifty's not the place for me
Thank God it's only happening to thee
For in our minds we can't abide
That grand old age we all despise
Your hair turns gray, your eyes go blind
All who look at you will see the signs
The sagging skin's no longer tight
Whoa is you, that sure does bite
You'll try to find your youth again
You'll diet in hopes that you'll stay thin
But the only thing thin that's sure to stay
Is the hair on your head that's slipping away
But not to worry, you're loved by us
But then we're all younger, don't that just suck.