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They say I might as well face the truth, That I am just too long in the tooth, I've started to deteriorate, And now I'm past my own sell-by date. Oh I am no spring chicken it's true, I have to pop my teeth in to chew, And my knees are starting to know, I've just got too many miles on the clock. So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways It's true that my body has seen better days, But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave One foot in the grave. One foot in the grave [Instrumental] So I'm losing my hair And my spine's a bit kinked I may be rare, but I'm not yet extinct I'm an oldie, moldy, too old to rave One foot in the grave One foot in the grave Letras de canciones[Instrumental] They tell me I am well past my prime, The landlord in the sky's calling time, But there's one thing that he aught to know I am not yet ready to go I know I'm old but I'm not a freak, I should be cherished like an antique, But every time I have a slight cough, I'm worried they'll start switching me off. So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly but don't send a cheer, I'm not exactly a little old dear, But one things for sure I'm still bloody well here. One foot in the grave One foot in the grave. One foot in the grave. From Letras Mania