Song Synopsis
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“Aging ain’t a punchline — it’s a standing ovation.”
OLD is a soulful, tongue-in-cheek reflection on aging — a song that laughs with time, not at it. It’s playful on the surface, but beneath the wit runs a deep current of dignity and truth. The lyrics celebrate wrinkles as roadmaps, slower steps as sacred pauses, and fading memories as proof of a life richly lived. Yet they also shine a gentle light on how modern culture — obsessed with youth, speed, and novelty — too often sidelines its elders, forgetting that wisdom and humor grow best in weathered soil.
Lyrics
I've lived too hard
gone too far
put my body
in the old scrap yard
can't see well
can't hardly hear
don't know where
I'll be in a year
cuz I'm old
work my body
down to the bones
now I'm going to
the old folks home
can't take a bath
cough when I laugh
need someone
to wipe my ass
cuz I'm old
I can't stand tall
my back done broke
a slip and fall
ain't no joke
I can't drive a car
my license revoked
too much booze
too much dope
cuz I'm old
Can't walk far
can't lift heavy
can't move fast
cuz my legs ain't steady
My Feet can't dance
my voice can't sing
can't do nothing
with my ding-a-ling
Cuz I’m old
sit all day
cuz my back don't work
sipping on gin
and feeling like a jerk
sitting all day
cuz I can't get up
need someone
to wipe my butt
cuz I'm old
I used to have
much respect
now I cash
a social security check
I can't remember
what I said before
when you see me coming
you head for the door
cuz I'm old
I got no one
to share my past
to my family
pain in their ass
cuz I'm old
I get too low
I get too high
I feel like I'm waiting
just to die
there ain't much left
that I recognize
my body is broke down
my eyes don't lie
cuz I'm old
Backstory and Info
This song began when I watched my birth dad wrestle with the quiet reality of aging. He refused to slow down — still chasing the small joys and routines that made him feel alive, useful, and connected to the world. There was something both beautiful and heartbreaking in that defiance, a dance between pride and surrender.
At the same time, I found myself helping care for my mom — cleaning, feeding, tending — witnessing another face of aging: the deep humility and the quiet loss of dignity that can come when the body starts to forget how to care for itself.
OLD was born in that space — between love and fatigue, laughter and grief — as I tried to make sense of what it means to grow old in a world that too often turns away from it.
(To be continued…)