Lyrics:

I rounded first never thought of the worst As I studied the shortstop's position Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg Someone call a decent physician I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend While my mind is quite flexible these brittle bones don't bend [Chorus:] I'm growing older but not up My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck So let the winds of change blow over my head I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead Sometimes I see me as an old manatee Heading south as the waters grow colder He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders That's how it flows right to the end His body's still flexible but that Barnacle brain don't bend [Chorus] So now don't get me wrong This is not a sad song Just events that I have happened to witness And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll And no one dies from physical fitness That's how it goes, right to the end As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins [Chorus] Let the winds of change blow over my head I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead