I didn’t think my words would hew so closely to the original (and I did want to get in how much I hate cutting my fucking nails every week), but they are what I have in mind when I hear the Ramones version.
When I’m trying to get outta bed
I don’t want to grow old
Nothing good seems up ahead
I don’t want to grow old
How do you last another year
In a world made for younger things
Makes me think the dog’s got the right idea
When I see the price I’m paying
I don’t want to grow old
It’s all going the way I’m saying
I don’t want to grow old
Folks might hope that time will bring
Everything they want
Living isn’t like how they’re portrayin’…
I’m gonna post on the Internet
I don’t want to grow old
Stock up the medicine cabinet
I don’t want to grow old
I don’t want to say no to fries
I don’t want to hide my hair with dyes
I don’t want to be told I’m wise
I don’t want to wear the wrong shirt size
I don’t want to occupy my mind
I don’t want to leave the most behind
No I don’t want to grow old
Well when the pain puts up a fight
I don’t want to grow old
Get up to pee five times a night
I don’t want to grow old
I’d rather GTFO here
Than stick around when the end is near
I don’t want to leave dust ev’rywhere
On my seat
When I look into a mirror
I don’t want to grow old
Nose’s only hair getting longer
I don’t want to grow old
Picture me in an old nightgown
I don’twanttobe afraid of falling down
I don’t want to be all groans and moans
Saggy skin and brittle bones
I don’t want to become deadweight
Break my hip and accept my fate
How the hell is it already too late
No I don’t want to grow old
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