Good morning, pal! What’s news to you, bro?
The sun is out, but there’s still something you’ve gotta know.
I have to remind you of something you hate:
Yeah, it looks like a birthday kind of a date.

You’re old, yo. You doing anything about it?
You’re old, yo. You so deaf I gotta shout it!
You’re old, yo, and every day it seems to worsen.
You’re old, bro! You’ve become an aged person!

I wish there was something that could change it in your ancient eyes
but anything that I could say would be lies, lies, lies
and were you to scrape away all of that grave deceit
you’d find beneath a kernel of an honest truth receipt (which reads)

You’re old, yo. You’ve gotten antiquated.
You’re old, yo. Everything about you’s dated!
You’re old, bro, you’re surely looking worse for wear.
You’re old, Oh, I so wish I was your heir!

You’re old, yo. You doing anything to change it?
You’re old, yo. Could you maybe rearrange it?
You’re old, yo, your youthful bell will not be rung again.
You’re old, bro and you will never be young again.