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OLD BASTARD 2002 Gonna get old and grow my ears Just like the old men do There's time to forget the wasted years When you're standing in a que For transplant or replacement On a two year waiting list With no one left to give a damn Who cares? I'll not be missed Gonna sit in my own corner Of the pub and rant and rave Spend my best friend's pension And dance upon my grave I won't be able to do nothing But I never did before So it won't make too much diff’rence If you go on and ignore Despite my lack of manners I demand you show respect I fought in psychic wars for you (Thoughsubconsciousnessdidobject) When I was a young and stupid I was so angry yes it's true But now I'm an older bastard Sharing wisdom just for you What happened to my family? Well it’s like I always said With a wife and ungrateful children You might as well be dead Being so happy keeps me goin’ It keeps me going out my mind So I’m just gonna grow my ears And leave myself behind. ///The tune for this is either a country hoedown or a Cockney barrelsong, both work to heighten the essential angst of the gibbering middle aged fool as he looks towards his future with an accurate (if filled with little black floating dots) eye. This is the third version and might be done better later - if there is time.///
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