Growing Older, but Not Up - Jimmy Buffett

I rounded first never thought of the worst

As I studied the shortstop’s position

Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg

Someone call a decent physician

I’m no Pete Rose, I can’t pretend

While my mind is quite flexible

these brittle bones don’t bend

I’m growing older but not up

My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck

So let the winds of change blow over my head

I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee

Heading south as the waters grow colder

He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near

It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders

That’s how it flows right to the end

His body’s still flexible but that

Barnacle brain don’t bend

So now don’t get me wrong

This is not a sad song

Just events that I have happened to witness

And time takes it’s toll as we head for the poll

And no one dies from physical fitness

That’s how it goes, right to the end

As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins

Let the winds of change blow over my head

I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead