I’m getting old and grumpy
At least that’s what I’m told
And I’m feeling pretty buggered
‘Cos I’ve never been so old.
My left hip aches, my knee is sore,
My joints are creaking badly.
But someone’s put the kettle on
And I will join them, gladly.
Around the table we will sit
And talk about the past.
We don’t talk about the future
We don’t know how long we’ll last.
Some talk about their kids and stuff
And others play the pools.
Whilst others talk about their wealth
And make us feel like fools.
We all went out last week you know
Down to the RSL.
And Bill he plays the pokies
And he gets the winning bell.
So up he jumps with pockets full
Of other people’s money
And dares to tell us he is rich.
And we don’t think it’s funny.
And so today he still goes on
About his sudden wealth
Whilst we thinks about our pension
And our current state of health.
Next time we’re on an outing
I’m sitting next to Fred
‘Cos he and I can have a beer
And let Bill have his head.
And when it’s done and he is broke
As he sure to God will be
We’ll sit there and remind him
Wealth don’t come naturally.