Author: Carlo D'Anna
I wake up in the morning- and I don’t know where I am
There’s gnats in my coffee- and fly legs in my jam.
I get so tired---walkin’ ‘round in my fat shoes.
I guess there’s no way to lose-those growin’ old blues.
Look into the mirror-see that young man long ago.
There’s someone else starin’ back-got me scared from head to toe.
I get so tired-walkin’ round in those fat shoes.
There’s no way to lose those growin’ old blues.
The spring in my step has turned to lead in my pants
Gotta wife that fills my life with raves and rants.
Get so tired—ain’t nothin’ but bad news.
There really aint no way to lose-those growin’ old blues.