They say I might as well face the truth
That I am just too long in the tube
I started to deteriorate
And now I've passed my own sell-by date
Oh I am no spring chicken it's true
I have to pop my teeth in to chew
And my old knees have stared to knock
I've just got too many miles on the clock
So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways
It's true that my body has seen better days
But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
So I'm losing my hair
And my spries have been kicked
I may be rare
But I'm not yet extinct
I'm an oldy, moldy, too old to rave
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
They tell me I am well past my prime
The landlord in the sky's calling time
But there's one thing that he ought to know
I am not yet ready to go
I know I'm old, but I'm not a freak
I should be cherished like an antique
But every time I have a slight cough
I'm frightened they'll start switching me off
So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, but don't shed a tear
I'm not exactly a little ole dear
One thing's for sure
I'm still bloody well here!
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave!
Composer: Eric Idle
Author: Eric Idle
Singer: Eric Idle
Originally From: One Foot In The Grave
