I used to love to go to parties
But I don't anymore.
I used to like to buy new clothes
Now I don't; like before
I used to think my life complete
If a noted person spoke to me on the street
And at three in the morning
I was still on my feet.
I'm not anymore.
Now, I like the fireside spot
And where the Getty is
I am not.
New clothes…what’s wrong with the ones I've got.
It's not like before.
In the world of society, include me out.
I couldn't care less what it's all about
In this year's “Who’s Who” I place a little store.
Not anymore.
My wife says, "father you are slowing up."
Well, maybe so,,, I'm sure no pup.
But my idle hours are much too few
To spend on something I don't want to do.
For the gay, gay life, I have no heart.
Am I getting old?
Or getting smart?
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