Four Foot Fingers Follow

Thinking that in 50 years I'll be greay and going mad.
The thought of old timers disease, or dying at night because I freezed
I don't ever wanna be old.

I don't ever wanna fall, down that hill and break my hip
And every time that it gets cold I fall ill
And at least of all, the lame day trips
It's something that scares me it's my deepest and most darkest fear
It's all down hill from here

I don't ever wanna grow old
I wish that never never land was a true place,
Book me a ticket I've got sun cream on my face
Pension day, forgot what day, feeding the ducks is the highlight on my day.
Like a clock that's never wound

Thinking that in 50 years I'll be greay and going mad.
The thought of old timers disease, or dying at night because I freezed