Lyrics:

By: jimmy buffett

1980

For all those who don't feel as old as they are and never will

I rounded first never thought of the worst

As I studied the shortstop's position

Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg

Someone call a decent physician

I'm no pete rose, I can't pretend

Though 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

Let those winds of time blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead


Sometimes I see me as old manatee

Headin' south as the waters grow colder

Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near

It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder

But that's how it goes (that's how it goes), right to the end

Though his body's quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend


Chorus:

I'm growing older but not up

My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck

Let those winds of time blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm livin' than live while I'm dead


(instrumental)


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

So what the hell, we'll take it right to the end

As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins


Chorus:

I'm growing older but not up

My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck

Let those winds of change blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Let those winds of time blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead