How will I know when I'm old?   How will I feel when I'm told?   How will I know?   How will I know?      How will I know when I'm old?   How will I feel when I'm told?   Who will decide, who will decree   When it's applied appropriately to me?      How will I know when I'm older?   Is it when the winter feels colder?   The summer's too hot, the hit parade's not   How will I know when I'm losing the plot?      How will I know?   There are two kinds of people   So I am told   The humanod young, the rheumatoid old   The young and the blind, the old and resigned   The young who will fight, the old who are right   And I don't feel like either.