(Is This What It's Like) Getting Old

Pansy Division

My phone just don’t ring like it used to
Some of my best friends are dead
And the most exciting thing in my evening
Is a hot cup of tea before bed

I’ve got more aches and pains than I used to
And now I’ll avoid a big crowd
I hate the suggestion but there is a question
I find myself asking out loud

Is this what it’s like, is this what it’s like
Is this what it’s like getting old?
I cherish each day and each roll in the hay
Is this what it’s like getting old?

Please do not think I’m complaining
I’m merely presenting the facts
And while I am at it, I might as well add
It takes three drinks a day to relax

I never expected to be here
Or thought I would end up like this
So allow me to ponder this question, I wonder
What’s happened to years that I’ve missed?

Is this what it’s like, is this what it’s like
Is this what it’s like getting old?
I don’t want no sympathy, but my mind ain’t what it used to be
Is this what it’s like getting old?

Is this what it’s like, is this what it’s like
Is this what it’s like getting old?
It takes longer, you’ll see, now I sit down to pee
Is this what it’s like getting old?