Glad That I'm Old Lyrics

Feelin' kinda hard just getting' outta bed

Buck tooth Jesus, I feel half dead

My mind is empty and my brain goes slow

My battery pack is getting' kinda low

I've got no soul to save

And I've got one foot in the grave

But the world's grown so weird and cold

I'm kinda glad that I'm old

Where's my newspaper?

Get offa my lawn!

By the time I count to three

you goddamn kids better be gone

Pull your pants up

Stop bein' a slob

A lotta less twerkin' and a little more workin'

Get a goddamn job!

When I was a kid, we'd walk fifty miles through five feet of snow

Goin' to school with a smile

And we didn't complain

But the world's grown so weird and cold

I'm kinda glad that I'm old

Oh, take me

We're all goin' to hell in a handbag

We're on a runaway train

The goal posts are movin'

The fact checks are provin'

the fool with the foil hat seems sane

Resistance is futile

You've all been bought and sold

Get back in line

And do as you're told

There's nothin' left here that I need to see

You're all turds of misery

Yeah, the world's grown so weird and cold

I'm kinda glad that I'm old

I'm kinda glad that I'm old

I'm kinda glad that I'm old

I'm kinda glad that I'm old