Christmas came and went,
all your money spent
on whisky for the common cold,
you feel it in your bones you`re growing old.
Last night in the park,
singin` in the dark,
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch, that saved a wretch like me."
Had your day in sixty-three,
kissed a girl by the choppin` tree.
Yesterday she turned fifty-three somewhere,
somewhere,
somewhere.
