How It Feels (To Be Old) - Bob Rivers

Lately all the songs I write

Are slow and on the mellow side

I used to stand on MTV

But now they bring a chair for me

Let me get a tube of ointment

Let’s rub my achy joints

And turn my hearing aid loud

And throw Depends into the crowd

This must be how it feels

This must be how it feels

To get old

If I try to play hard rock

It’d probably put me into shock

Don’t expect no big drum fills

The drummer’s lost his motor skills

So let’s get to the point

I’m as mellow as the Doobies

And when I head to the commode

I just pray that I can go

And this must be how it feels

To be old