To the tune of Tonight, I’ll Be Staying Here With You by Bob Dylan.
Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my bus-pass out there too.
Leave my dentures on the floor,
I don’t need them any more,
‘cos tonight, I’ll forget I’m eighty-two.
I should have left this town at twenty,
But it was more than I could do,
For you’ve always loved this town,
And you said “let’s settle down” —
And I find that I’m still here at eighty-two.
Are we really any older
Than when we met at seventeen?
You cast your spell, and made me bolder,
Just like a kid, I feel so keen.
And — what — is my hearing going?
And is my eyesight going too?
‘cos you have never looked so sweet,
And it’s never felt so neat,
‘cos tonight, I’ll forget I’m eighty-two.
Instrumental
Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my bus-pass out there too.
Leave my dentures on the floor,
I don’t need them any more,
‘cos tonight, I’ll forget I’m eighty-two.