Old Folks - A, London.

I don’t know I’m born, I’m only young

I don’t have a choice, you know I’m only young

I’m getting older, I’m getting smaller

Everybody tells you, «you've got to walk taller»

You did a war, and now you’re poor

And like your friends, you’re gonna get it in the end

You’ve heard it all before, you can’t go on much more

It’s not like I think:

The old folks are losers, they can’t work computers

They die in December time

Can’t put it off, you put it on, don’t ever stop, it doesn’t last long

The younger folks they don’t understand

Back in the day, you’re gonna get it in the end

You’ve heard it all before, you can’t go on much more

It’s not like I think:

The old folks are losers, they can’t work computers

They die in December time

Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving

The old folks they live their lives

The old folks are losers, they can’t work computers

The old folks are losers, they can’t work computers

The old folks are losers, they can’t work computers

They die in December time

Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving

The old folks they live their lives

The old folks are losers, they can’t work computers

They die in December time

Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving

The old folks they live their lives

Same as everybody

It’s coming back to haunt me It’s on all the time

Sitting in the summer

The days are getting longer

They don’t remember why

A cost to everybody

They’re always sad and lonely

They live their lives