Sung to the tune of “Yesterday” :
I’m forty three
there are pieces falling off of me
now I’m twice as old as I used to be
I can’t believe
I’m forty three.
Why I huff and puff climbing hills
I couldn’t say
At least my memory’s intact I…
what was I going to say ay ay ay?
Forty three
I wish I drank less beer at twenty three
I still feel young but I can no longer see
Oh Happy Birthday,
I’m forty three.
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