I rounded first never thought of the worst As I studied the shortstop's position Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg Someone call a decent physician I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones don't bend Chorus: I'm growing older but not up My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck Let those winds of time blow over my head I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead Sometimes I see me as old manatee Headin' south as the waters grow colder Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder But that's how it goes (that's how it goes), right to the end Though his body's quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend Chorus Now don't get me wrong This is not a sad song Just events that I have happened to witness And time takes its toll as we head for the poll And no one dies from physical fitness So what the hell, we'll take it right to the end As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins Chorus Let those winds of time blow over my head I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead