The years 2062.
My tits are saggy, my hair is blue.
I think back to those days of singing along
And picking up change.
It won't be long before I go.
My dying wish to see a show.
Just stamp my hand and let me in,
I'm a hardcore senior citizen
Circle pit, I don't care, I'll join in on my wheel chair.
"Watch out granny's in the pit!"
Just be careful of my hip.
It won't be long before I go.
My dying wish is to go to a show.
I can't help but be real proud,
'cuz that's my grandkid surfin the crowd.
The year's 2062.
My tats are green, I have one tooth.
Even though I am a prune,
My heart still carries the spirit of youth.
When you think there's nothing left,
I'll grab the mic and catch my breath,
Because this old lady is true...TILL DEATH!!
Fast Time - Golden Girl Lyrics
Fast Time - Golden Girl Lyrics
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The years 2062.
My tits are saggy, my hair is blue.
I think back to those days of singing along
And picking up change.
It won't be long before I go.
My dying wish to see a show.
Just stamp my hand and let me in,
I'm a hardcore senior citizen
Circle pit, I don't care, I'll join in on my wheel chair.
"Watch out granny's in the pit!"
Just be careful of my hip.
It won't be long before I go.
My dying wish is to go to a show.
I can't help but be real proud,
'cuz that's my grandkid surfin the crowd.
The year's 2062.
My tats are green, I have one tooth.
Even though I am a prune,
My heart still carries the spirit of youth.
When you think there's nothing left,
I'll grab the mic and catch my breath,
Because this old lady is true...TILL DEATH!!
My tits are saggy, my hair is blue.
I think back to those days of singing along
And picking up change.
It won't be long before I go.
My dying wish to see a show.
Just stamp my hand and let me in,
I'm a hardcore senior citizen
Circle pit, I don't care, I'll join in on my wheel chair.
"Watch out granny's in the pit!"
Just be careful of my hip.
It won't be long before I go.
My dying wish is to go to a show.
I can't help but be real proud,
'cuz that's my grandkid surfin the crowd.
The year's 2062.
My tats are green, I have one tooth.
Even though I am a prune,
My heart still carries the spirit of youth.
When you think there's nothing left,
I'll grab the mic and catch my breath,
Because this old lady is true...TILL DEATH!!
Writer: JIM FOELBER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC