Tune: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Wrinkle, wrinkle, aging star
who cares just how old you are?
Your hair is grey, your dentures click
Your bosom sags and your waist is thick.
Your joints all creak, your arthritis plagues.
You’ve got all the symptoms of raging age!
So sing out….
Hurrah! for age; age, now’s the time to rage,
turn the page, get more sage!
Hurrah! for age; age, get up on the stage
if you’re cooped up in a cage!
Our eyes are dim, our tongues are sharp.
We go out on a limb–our withs are smart.
We’ve got years, years
You’d better get it clear–
A RAGING GRAN’S A FORCE TO FEAR!!!