WHEN I AM 100 YEARS
Oh new bud
Life's about to begin
A new phrase from an old face
And I did sit in the front pew
Wearing purple and pink
Singing like a cracking toad
Now I become the cynosure
I did dance at market places
Make price lists and price every goods
Cos I won't have another do my shopping
And the maid can't cook my satisfaction
I did sleep over in the kitchen
Old woman, faded memory
They did chant
But they don't know how young I feel
Come October I did be +1 and a hundred