I’ve got old man groans
and mystery pains
I exercise
but without any gains,
My vision is blurry
my hearing – so, so
I walk with a cane
wherever I go,
When out and about
I'm under a hat
and I try not to step
wherever I spat,
It’s been me and this barstool
and don’t you just know
when Last Call does find me
I’ll get one to go.
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