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

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 an 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 shoulders

But that's how it goes

right to the end

though his body's

quite flexible

that barnacle

brain don't bend

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

Now don't get me wrong

this is not a sad song

just events that I have

happened to witness

And time takes its 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 night life still wins

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...