I can almost hear some of you say
"You'd think he'd have more sense at his age
The crazy old man in the old tam-o-shanters
Getting carried away."

Sometimes it's almost too much to stand
But it's not my place to take you in hand
It used to be a man and his madness
Were as sacred as the coming of day

It's strange how things will stick in the mind
You'd think the years would leave them behind
But long ago moments as a winner
Kind of push the recent memories aside

Symptomatic, you say, of old age
But it's something that nobody can gage
It may be that I've sorted out the memories I can keep
And thrown the others away

There's some who would say, "Just let him sit and decay"
But I really can't believe that it's true
There's bits of yourself you always have to live up to
If only for a moment or two!

There's little time to spend sitting down
When feeling good means moving around
And I can't be blamed if I remember my name
And why it made me so proud
[whistled melody]

There's some who would say, "Just let him sit and decay"
But I really can't believe that it's true!
There's bits of yourself you always have to live up to
If only for a moment or two!

At my age I do as I choose
And shouldn't need to make an excuse
I know that you all feel a little famous inside
And I'm no different than you
I know that you all feel a little famous inside
And I'm no different than you