Intro:  (G#m7)     (A)       (B)       (E) 
 
I (E) rounded first never thought of the worst       
As I (B) studied the shortstop's position 
(B7) Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg       
Someone (E) call a decent physician 
(A) I'm no Pete Rose, (G#m7) I can't pre(A)tend 
Though my mind is quite (E) flexible, these (B7) brittle bones don't (E) bend 
 
I'm growing (E) older but not up 
My metabolic (B7) rate is pleasantly stuck            
Let those (G#m7) winds of time blow (A) over my head          
I'd rather (B) die while I'm living than live (B7) while (E) I'm (B7) dead 
 
(E) Sometimes I see me as an old manatee 
Headin' (B) south as the waters grow colder 
(B7) Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near 
It cuts (E) prop scars deep in his shoulder 
But (A) that's how it goes (that's how it goes), (G#m7) right to the (A) en                     
Though his body's quite (E) flexible, that (B7) barnacle brain don't (E) bend 
 
I'm growing (E) older but not up 
My metabolic (B7) rate is pleasantly stuck            
Let those (G#m7) winds of time blow (A) over my head          
I'd rather (B) die while I'm living than live (B7) while (E) I'm (B7) dead 
 
Solo 
 
Now (E) don't get me wrong 
This is not a sad song 
Just ev(B)ents that I have happened to witness 
And (B7) time takes its toll as we head for the poll 
And no (E) one dies from physical fitness 
So (A) what the hell, we'll take it (G#m7) right to the (A) end 
As the days grow more (E) complicated the (B7) nightlife still (E) wins 
 
I'm growing (E) older but not up 
My metabolic (B7) rate is pleasantly stuck            
Let those (G#m7) winds of change blow (A) over my head          
I'd rather (B) die while I'm living than live (B7) while (E) I'm (B7) dead 
Let those (G#m7) winds of time blow (A) over my head   
I'd rather (B) die while I'm living than (A) li(G#m)ve (F#m) while (E) (B7) I'm (E) dead