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