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But for the shape I’m in

There’ nothing the matter with me
I am really as healthy as I can be
With arthritis in left and right knees
When I walk I breathe with a wheeze
My pulse is week and my blood is thin
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in

Because I’m not very steady on my feet
Think I’m drunk walking down the street
And sleep is deigned me night after night
But every morning I find I am alright
Memory is failing, my heads in a spin
But I’m awfully well for the state I’m in

How do I know that my youth is spent
Well my get up and go, got up and went.
I really don’t mind when it with a grin
Of all the places my get up has been.
And I think to myself with a sly grin
I’m awfully well for the state I’m in.

Old age is golden, golden, so it is said
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.
With my ears in a draw and teeth in a cup
With my eyes on the table, until I wake up.
Ere sleep overcomes me I say to myself
Is there anything else I can put on the shelf.

I get up in the morning and dust off my wits
Will pick up the paper and read the orbits.
My name’s not there so I know I’m not dead
Have a good breakfast and go back to bed.
And I think to myself with a sly grin
So I’m awfully well for the state I’m

The moral is this as my tale I unfold
They ask but they’d rather not be told
I find it’s better to say with a broad grin
I’m awfully well for the state I’m in
It’s better to say with a broad grin
I’m awfully well for the state I’m in

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