Folks think I'm mature... but I'm really insecure...
Y'all listen, and I'll tell ya why.
I gotta double chin... and ya can't call me thin...
And I even got a stye in my eye!
An Elvis Presley I'm not... dang, I ain't that hot...
Although I wish I was.
But these wrinkles in my face... really states my case...
And it's all because...
Father Time's done wupped me... with a club called years.
Well, I'm so sorry to be... such a sore sight to see.
But I can't do nothin''bout what's goin' on between my ears!
As I look in my mirror... I stare in utter terror...
... at a face that just brings me to tears.
Well, I'm destined to stay... forever ugly each day.
'Cause Father Time's done wupped me...
... with a club called years.
There once was a time...
... when ya could look at this mug of mine...
Gosh, it seems like so many light years ago.
But as ya can see... time's done caught up with me...
And now my hairy moles are startin' to show!
My knees are gettin' weak... and I'm barely able to speak...
As a matter of fact, I shake every now and then.
Why some folks would think... I was in need of a drink...
But I know it only happens when...
Father Time's done wupped me... with a club called years.
Well, I'm so sorry to be... such a sore sight to see.
But I can't do nothin''bout what's goin' on between my ears!
As I look in my mirror... I stare in utter terror...
... at a face that just brings me to tears.
Well, I'm destined to stay... forever ugly each day.
'Cause Father Time's done wupped me...
... with a club called years.
The only piece I carry...
... I wear on my head to make it hairy...
And those white hairs in my ears leave me in despair.
Well, I'm in desperate need... of lotsa plastic surgery...
And just growin' older is all I ever fear!
Maybe one day... the good Lord will take me away...
And save me from my ugly destiny.
But until then... I'll treat Father Time as my friend..
Listen folks... this ain't no joke!
Why, you'll find out... what it's all about...
When Father Time's done wupped ya...
...with a club called years.
Well, you'll be so sorry to be... such a sore sight to see.
And can't do nothin' 'bout...
...what's goin' on between your ears!
As ya look in your mirror... you'll stare in utter terror..
... at a face that will bring ya to tears.
You'll be destined to stay... forever ugly each day...
'Cause Father Time's done wupped ya...
... with a club called years.
We're all destined to stay... forever ugly each day...
'Cause Father Time's done wupped us...
...with a club called years.
copyright 2001 by Stephen Ray Leitzell
P.O. Box 380
Middletown, DE
19709-0380
Reason for writing:
If ya could only look at this mug of mine, then you'd know why!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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