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