Another transcription:

SPRING CHICKEN
Lou and Peter Berryman

My sideburns too auburn, my whims are too quirky,
My amble too nimble, my posture too perky.
To be truthful, I'm so youthful, it's a crime.
My limbs are too limber, my highs too euphoric.
I see like a seagull. My socks are sophomoric.
This birthday couldn't 'a' come at a better time.

My tenor is twelvish. My driving's too chancy.
My running is stunning, my dancing too fancy.
When I'm real hot, I could foxtrot to the moon.
My life is too lively, my spirits too sprightly,
My radius too ulna, my passion too nightly.
This birthday's not a moment too soon.

Although these are my major problems,
Although it's as grim as it sounds,
I also have way too much money,
And I could stand to gain a few pounds.

My jargon's too jaunty. I couldn't be hipper.
Too lithe my demeanor, my chatter too chipper.
I could handle another candle on the cake.
My vigor's hair-trigger, my dimples too supple.
I need a few birthdays, and more than a couple,
If I could only, if I could only stay awake.

[From the album "Cow Imagination," 1990.

[To hear an archived radio program that includes this song, click to play and then advance to 36 minutes, 52 seconds from the beginning of the program.]