Tom: C
C F
Oh bloody hell Im over sixty
C G7
My pubic hair is going grey
C F
I can't cut the mustard like I used to
C C
I think it's G7downhill all the way
[Verse 2]
G7 C
Oh please don't dump me by the seaside
F C G7
Don't shout as if my ears don't work
C F
Never let me pee my trousers
G7 C
Don't let me dribble down my shirt
[Verse 3]
C F
The hair that once flowed round my shoulders
C G7
Is drifting off just like the tide
C F
That thing that was my little parting
G7 C
Is now about four inches wide
[Verse 4]
G7 C
And when you see me on the buses
F C G7
Oh please don't offer me your seat
C F
Or when you're crunching on those apples
F C
I'll be sucking boiled sweets
[Verse 5]
C F
I can't play squash or go out jogging
C G7
For fear my heart is going to burst
C F
I think that beds were made for sleeping
G7 C
And that's a whole lot bloody worse
[Verse 6]
G7 C
I think I'll stay at home this evening
F C G7
And watch what ever's on the box
C F
I must buy some thermal knickers
G7 C
A night cap and some woolly socks
[Verse 7]
C F
Oh bloody hell Im over sixty
C G7
My pubic hair is going grey
C F
I can't cut the mustard like I used to
C G7 C
I think it's downhill all the way
