Get Up And Go

(Traditional)
 How do I know my youth is all spent?
 My get up and go has got up and went
 In spite of it all, I'm able to grin
 When I think of the places my get up has been
 Old age is golden, I think I've heard said
 But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
 My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
 My eyes on the table until I wake up
 As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself
 Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
 But nations are warring and business is vexed
 So I'll stick around to see what happens next
 (chorus)
 When I was younger, 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 thru
 Now I am old, 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
 (chorus)
 I get up each morning and dust off my wits
 Open the paper and read the obits
 If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead
 So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed