54th Birthday Blues

A little droop here,
A little sag there,
Places you would not expect are sprouting tufts of hair.
I got the 54th birthday, 54th birthday blues.
My hairline’s receding and more pills I’m needing each day!
I got the 54th birthday blues.

In Asia they say old age is a gift.
But I’ve got to tell you that I’m just a little bit miffed:
Old age may be a gift, but it’s one you can’t refuse.
I got the 54th birthday, 54th birthday blues.

I should be pretty close to the age of tranquility,
Where I can stop striving and reflect on my life.
But each time I lose a thought,
Feels lie the onset of senility,
And though I’m wearing bifocals,
I see no end in sight for my strife.

A little droop here,
A little sag there,
Places you would not expect are sprouting tufts of hair.
I got the 54th birthday, 54th birthday blues.
My hairline’s receding and more pills I’m needing each day!
The hairdresser’s asking me if he should cover the grey.
There’s no doubt about it now,
Might as well shout it now, Hey!

I got the 54th birthday blues. Oh, Yeah!

"54th Birthday Blues" Copyright 2009 Paul James Frantz (ASCAP)