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James Songbook - 11. Pretty Spry (for an Old Guy)

Pretty Spry (for an Old Guy)

 

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

All the cuties say I’m pretty spry

For an old guy.

 

You know it’s kinda hard

Being alone today.

But all you really gotta do

Is fake it anyway.

He may not be cut,

He may not be in style

If he lacks for anything

He makes up being wild!

 

So don’t delay, he may be gray

He won’t let that get in his way

He’s made the grade, got it made

Nothing to prove, ain’t lost his grove

There is no way, there is just no way

To stop the gray, just ride it all the way!

 

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

All the cuties say I’m pretty spry

For an old guy.

 

He’s got cool old tunes

Not just any will do

Led Zep still jams the Runes

Nothing works better than the blues

He not pretending to be cool

He’s nobody’s fool, way outta school

He knows just who he is.

 

So don’t delay, he may be gray

He won’t let that get in his way

He’s made the grade, got it made

Nothing to prove, ain’t lost his grove

There is no way, there is just no way

To stop the gray, just ride it all the way!

 

He doesn’t need a tattoo

A piercing or fidget spinner

He doesn’t need any of that shit

To mark him as a winner

He doesn’t have to try too hard

He defines his own style

If all else fails, he makes up in denial

 

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

How’s it going Jamie? Saw-rite, saw-rite.

All the cuties say I’m pretty spry

For an old guy.

 

So don’t delay, he may be gray

He won’t let that get in his way

He’s made the grade, got it made

Nothing to prove, ain’t lost his grove

There is no way, there is just no way

To stop the gray, just ride it all the way!

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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
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