Hang on, mate,I’m old, not obsolete,Still rather nifty,Still on my feet. I’m nearer fifty than seventy,Yet you’re convincedI’m running on empty. Last year’s model,That I may be,Yet there is no shortage ofAbility. Give me a chance,Still, I can danceAnd carry a tune,Yet you want to banish meFrom the workroom. When all is told,Do I make…
Who do you think I am,An old has-been,Whose victories are in the past?I accept my glory days are over,But boy, they were a blast.But I’m not yet ready to surrender,And let you kick me up the ass. You may think I’ve shot my bolt,And ready to blow the gaff,But you must be kidding,Having a giraffe,If…