I rounded first never thought of the worst
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As I studied the shortstop's position
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Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
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Someone call a decent physician
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I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
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While my mind is quite flexible
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these brittle bones don't bend
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[Chorus:]
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I'm growing older but not up
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My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
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So let the winds of change blow over my head
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I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead
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Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
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Heading south as the waters grow colder
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He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
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It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
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That's how it flows right to the end
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His body's still flexible but that
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Barnacle brain don't bend
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[Chorus]
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So now don't get me wrong
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This is not a sad song
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Just events that I have happened to witness
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And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
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And no one dies from physical fitness
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That's how it goes, right to the end
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As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins
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[Chorus]
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Let the winds of change blow over my head
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I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead
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Growing Older But Not Up
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Jimmy Buffett |