Long Long Time To Get Old

The eagle’s flyin' tomorrow
Mosquito bitin' me today
I ride the bus to Toronto
Highway Two, all the way
I take a walk along Yonge Street
Good times are bought and sold
Remember this, children
If the good Lord’s willin'
There’s a long, long time to get old
(Uh huh)
I aim to bike to the hometown
My liquor store burned down
My old girlfriend a-ridin'
Way on the east end of town
I heard the laughter when she passed me
Then I knew I’d been told
She said remember this, children
If the good Lord’s willin'
There’s a long, long time to get old
Been through some lean times, mama
I watched a fat friend go
Seen a wreck on this highway
Oh, you be drivin' home slow