Old Fart

Used to hit the town until 3 or more
Now I prefer to go to bed and snore

[ch] I’m an old fart, yes I am, I’m an old fart yes I am

Used to sink piss one jug two three
Now it’s singleton cans of high quality [ch]

See the pretty young things as they walk by
if I tried to chase ‘em now I’d die [ch]

Rock and roll gigs were the place to be
Now I prefer a quiet art gallery [ch]

Sneer all you want; you’re also riding this wave
So take the scenic route before we meet in the grave

[ch] Fellow old farts, yes we’ll be [x2]
[instrumental verse with some vocal rubbish to fade]