GET UP AND GO


D                     A
Old age is golden, so I've heard said,
    E                       A          A7
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
        D                    A
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
   B                 E          E7
My eyes on a table until I wake up.
   D                      A
As sleep dims my vision I say to myself
          E                      A          A7
"Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?"
           D                       A
But though nations are warring and business is vexed,
     E                                      D
I'll still stick around to see what happens next.


Ch: (same tune)

  How do I know my youth is all spent?
  My get-up-and-go has got up and went,
  But in spite of it all I'm able to grin
  And think of the places my get-up has been.


When I was young, my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head
When I was older my slippers were blue
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black,
I huff to the store and I puff my way back,
But never you laugh, I don't mind at all
I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all.



I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper and read the obits.
If my name is still missing I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.