Business is down this month
More than before
I think I need to have that drink
So the things I say today you may ignore

Harvard for law
And Westpoint for war
All I get for my lifetime reward is the income tax collector at my door

And old age
Old age
Infiltrating my veins
Arteries and corpuscles know that it's the final stage
My eyes comprise part of my demise
Legs and arms arthritically crippling me and I'm forced

Farther and farther
Through this frontier of years
The less regard I've retained for my peers
Cause their criticisms only kept me here
And to my green friends I bequeath all my blues
To my in and out family and you
There's a sixpack in the downstairs frigidaire

And you can have old age
Old age
Infiltrating your veins
Arteries and corpuscles know that it's the final stage
Eyes comprise part of your demise
Legs and arms arthritically crippling you and you're forced to die