MY GET UP AND GO

How that I know that my youth's all spent's
'Cos my get up and go's done got up and went;
In spite of it all I'm able to grin
When I think of where my get up and go has bin.
Old age is golden, so I've heard said:
Sometimes I wonder when I get into bed:
My ears in the bed and my teeth in the cup,
My eyes on the table till I wake up.

Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
Is there anything else that's to be laid on the shelf?
I'm happy to see as I close the door
That my friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young I could slip out of bed,
Kick my heels right over my head;
Then I got older like most of us do
But I could still double-shuffle the whole night through.

Now I'm old and I'm all out o' whack,
Walk to the corner and I puff my way back.
The reason I know that my youth's all spent's
'Cos my get up and go's done got up and went.
I really don't mind when I think with a grin
Of all the places that my get up and go has bin.
Since I retired from life's competition,
Busied myself with complete repetition;
Get up in the mornin' an' dust off my wits,
I pick up the paper and I read the obits;
My name's a-missin' but I know I ain't dead,
I just eat a good breakfast an' I go back to bed.

Off a single that my German pen-pal owned way back in the 1960s.