OK, Folks, you know the drill. Allright everyone, let’s gather in front of our large, 13″, Black and White TV set, and watch as a tall, lanky man in a khaki uniform strides out, introduces himself as Sheriff John, pick up his ukulele, and sings:
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I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
Who’s that old geezer staring at me?
I don’t remember growing this old.
It just seemed to happen all on its own.
And those pretty young girls, they just pass me on by.
I can’t button these old jeans as hard as I try.
I could despair and bemoan my sad fate,
But as long as I’m breathing, its never too late.
Cause I’d rather be over than under the hill
Well, a wrinkle or two, it ain’t no big deal
I know it might look like I’ve been through the mill,
But I’d rather be over than under the hill.
The story of my life is written on my face.
I wouldn’t change a thing or take another man’s place.
Cause no matter how I look or think that I should,
In five years I’ll wish that I still looked this good.
Alternative version:
The story of my life is written on my face.
I wouldn’t change a thing or take another man’s place.
Old age ain’t for sissies; it’s true and it’s sad
Considering the options, I don’t look half bad
Cause I’d rather be over than under the hill
Well, a wrinkle or two, it ain’t no big deal
I know it might look like I’ve been through the mill,
But I’d rather be over than under the hill.
I’d rather be over than under the hill
Well, a wrinkle or two, it ain’t no big deal
I know it might look like I’ve been through the mill,
But I’d rather be over than under the hill.
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