Whitehouse      Getting Old      If they took away the fears   And allowed us what we have lived   So that we could face our present   For our past was not too pleasent   Now there's little more that we can give      And after having done it all   As everyone must do for sure   We could find a few things free   And the pesioners i.d. would open every door      Maybe then getting old   Would be more reasonable   A milder thing, a longer lasting fling   Maybe then getting old   Would be a smooth gentle progress   A finishing bliss, an ending with a kiss      If we all lived among friends   Who at least once in a while   Would just pass some words around   And would let us make some sound   Not make us look senile      Maybe then getting old   Would be more reasonable   A milder thing, a longer lasting fling   Maybe then getting old   Would be a smooth gentle progress   A finishing bliss, an ending with a kiss