songs of buddy don: Let's Get Old

a while back one of the mos thought-pervokin bloggers on the net, ominverse (she rites bout purt near everthang ye kin magine) lef a comment astin whuther i wood rite a luv pome or two fer valentines, witch tiz a lot harder to do that than tiz to write rhymin joke bout them thats in charge. so i couldnt cum up with nuthin yet, but i found the lyricks to a song i writ that me n miz bd aint never recorded, so here tiz. dont mean i wont try to find sumthin else fer valentines day, but i orta keep that as a lil sprize fer miz bd (so dont ye mentchun it to her!) btw, it cummences with the chorus, witch ye aint spozed to do that, but i aint one fer follerin all the rules innywho.

Let’s Get Old

Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take fifty years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
Together we’ll make it a life-long holiday
Let’s get old
C’mon, Honey, embrace the gray

Some people put their faith in beauty
They’re in love with their pretty face
Growing old is a horrible duty
(‘Cause) Time always wins the race
They place their hopes in cosmetic surgery
But getting old with you is my hopeful strategy

Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take a hundred years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
We’ll buy us a boat, and sail around the world
Let’s get old
No matter how old or wrinkled we get, you’ll still be my girl

Some people trade their lives for money
Oh, how they want to be rich
Don’t know if it’s sad or funny
Watchin’ ‘em scratch that itch
They can’t be happy no matter how much they accrue
But happiness for me is getting old with you

Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take a thousand years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
Together we’ll make it a life-long holiday
Let’s get old
C’mon, Honey, embrace the gray

I want to see how our children turn out
I want to see the end of our tale
Through the aches and pains, the fear and the doubt
Together let’s stick it out to the end of the trail

(and)
Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take ten thousand years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
We’ll buy us a boat, and sail around the world
Let’s get old
No matter how old or wrinkled we get, you’ll still be my girl

Some want to go in a blaze of glory
Martyrs to a mythical cause
Don’t matter how gruesome or gory
They judge by their own cruel laws
But the most heroic thing I could ever do
Is to keep showing up and doing my job and getting old with you

So let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take a million years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
We’ll buy us a boat, and sail around the world
Let’s get old
No matter how old or wrinkled we get, you’ll always be my girl

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