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      [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.