Put up your feet maybe let the world pass by

Keep off the street, go away and wait to die

What you don’t see is what life means to me

My woman says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight

She don’t get it . . . She is not in it . . . I’m pushed to the limit



Two clean shirts, I’m puffing on an old cigar

I still love women, sex and fancy cars

What you don’t conceive is just what I believe

My doctor says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight

He don’t get it . . . He is not in it . . . I’m pushed to the limit



Is it nice and cosy, sitting there in your evening chair?

Is your paper pressed like your string vest

It’s enough to make you rip out your hair



Solo: (Ashley)



My doctor says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight

He says put out the light

He don’t get it . . . He is not in it . . . I’m pushed to the limit



You keep it nice and quiet boy, but please don’t pacify me

I’m just not ready for the shade of an old oak tree

What you don’t see is what life means to me

And my dad’s an angry man . . . sometimes like desperate Dan

And he gets it . . . And he’s in it . . . He’s pushed to the limit



Relations sit and wring their hands . . . How long will I survive?

Here’s the cherry, there’s more spunk left

Kiss my arse, I’m still alive



Solo: (Ashley)



My doctor says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight

He says put out the light

He don’t get it . . . He is not in it . . . I’m pushed to the limit


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