Too Old For This Sh!t

Zack was only thirteen, when he found the Fairy Queen, That Summer, he was never the same He swore that day, in the orchard as he lay He was gonna be king of this game Yes he was gonna be a rock star baby Even if he didn’t know what that meant So Zack and his friends drove their mamas round the bend As they tried to sound loud and intense V2 Well the years improved, Zach got himself a groove And a sense of exotic romance More nod than wink, made the population think This boy might just have a chance Took a job for the rent, but the more he spent Saw the corporate ladder slide higher And trying to keep pace with the good and the great Makes Zack and dull boy, and so tired… Ch1 When you never win more than Best Newcomer And the band looks ready to split When it’s always spring, but never summer You’re getting too old for this shit If you sit around, waitin’ for fate to come a callin’ You’re getting too old for this shit V3 So dissatisfied in his cubicle, he sighed However did it all come to this? Asking Harry, Dick and Tom, have you turned it off and on? Didn’t scratch the itch that he missed Going slowly round the bend, with work-a-day friends Who couldn’t make sense of him at all They didn’t understand why this sad little man Wasn’t settling down, playing ball… Ch2 Too tired, too cold, too busy and too sober You listen when they tell you to quit If you’re running down the clock, and painted in a corner You’re getting too old for this shit If you’re scared of the needle, living in a bubble You’re getting too old for this shit Mid8 Then in a timely twist of fate, a guardian angel or a whiskey haze It’s hard to tell these days Came to him and said “If you think you’re too old, to rock and roll, then my friend you are, So listen… The man who says he can, and the man who says he can’t, are both correct (if that’s not too circumspect), So ask yourself… Are you going to sit at home, tormented by the latest debutante (is that what you want?), Now hear this… Or are you going to be one Who shows them how it’s really done? Do, Die, or Dream it Or Quit and concede it, or Live like you mean it…” V4 Like a bad montage, for the sake of reportage The change was strangely profound All the years he stewed, just a change in attitude Made our hero turn it around All we have is this furious moment A blink in the eye of the gods If you can’t love yourself, ain’t nobody else Gonna pick you up and hand you the crown Ch3 If you can stand the heat of an Indian Summer And you’re just not ready to quit Got a tribe to love and a star to wish on? Then you’re never too old this shit If you can rock it from the bed, the stannah or zimmer Then you’re never too old for this shit So fall to your knees and pray to Danny Glover, You’re never too old for this shit No you’re never to old for this shit