One Foot In The Grave lyrics

They say I might as well face the truth,

That I am just too long in the tooth,

I've started to deteriorate,

And now I'’m past my own sell-by date.

Oh I am no spring chicken it’'s true,

I have to pop my teeth in to chew,

And my knees are starting to know,

I've just got too many miles on the clock.

So I'’m a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways

It'’s true that my body has seen better days,

But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave

One foot in the grave.

One foot in the grave

So I’'m losing my hair

And my spine’'s a bit kinked

I may be rare, but I’'m not yet extinct

I'’m an oldie, moldy, too old to rave

One foot in the grave

One foot in the grave

They tell me I am well past my prime,

The landlord in the sky'’s calling time,

But there’s one thing that he ought to know

I am not yet ready to go

I know I'’m old but I’m not a freak,

I should be cherished like an antique,

But every time I have a slight cough,

I’m worried they'’ll start switching me off.

So I'’m a wrinkly, crinkly but don'’t send a cheer,

I'’m not exactly a little old dear,

But one thing's for sure I'’m still bloody well here.

One foot in the grave

One foot in the grave.

One foot in the grave.

• Artist:Monty Python