Some people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternnThe wine will age, much better than the facenThe candles on the cake, seem to spoil the tastenThe smile is thin, the skin is thick, the hands are like a pair of bricksnnSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternnThe wrinkled eyes and the worry linesnThe out of dates and out of style and now the out of timenThe aches and pains, all the mistakes and all the who's to blamennI am as old, as a durd that keeps blowing down the roadnCarry on !nnThe tired legs and the out of breathnThe final trip to bed, to drink the final dregsnShaky and old, the varicose, the hands on the remote controlnnSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting bettern-nSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternSome people say, we're not getting older, we're just getting betternnhaaaioooo-haaaioooo