I think of all the good points, but they`re out weighed by the bad
Thinking that in 50 years I`ll be greay and going mad.
The thought of old timers disease, or dying at night because I freezed
I don`t ever wanna be old.
I don`t ever wanna fall, down that hill and break my hip
And every time that it gets cold I fall ill
And at least of all, the lame day trips
It`s something that scares me it`s my deepest and most darkest fear
It`s all down hill from here
I don`t ever wanna grow old
I wish that never never land was a true place,
Book me a ticket I`ve got sun cream on my face
Pension day, forgot what day, feeding the ducks is the highlight on my day.
Like a clock that`s never wound.