Mick Brady: Lyrics

After years of hard living, lots of drink and loose women

We’re beginning to feel our age

We’re not looking the best, we have to take little rests

We can’t do what we used to backstage

We’ve got ailments galore, every muscle is sore

We’ve got pains deep down in our bones

We’ve all got false teeth, we’ve athlete’s foot in both feet

We’re checking out old people’s homes

 

We shouldn’t be here at all

‘Cos ever since Lanigan’s Ball

We’ve been totally relyin’

On the appliance of science

To keep us from going to the wall

 

We’re crippled with the gout, our hair is falling out

We've got dyfunctions that are erectile

We’ve all sorts of complaints, I’m not saying that we’re saints

But we’re martyrs to the piles

We admit we’re wrecked and you have to suspect

That we’re not for this world for too long

I don't know where we're headin' but if we get into Heaven

We’ll all be singing this song

 

Thank God for artificial hips, for viagra and for drips

For transplants, implants and prosthetics

For silicone, testosterone, for HRT and cortisone

The poultice, hypnosis and emetics