Another song on the theme of getting younger:


GETTING YOUNGER EVERY YEAR
Words by Fred Ebb, music by John Kander, from the musical "The Happy Time" (1968)
As recorded by John Kander & Fred Ebb on "John Kander: Hidden Treasures, 1950-2015" (2015)

Venez, mes enfants: today is my birthday.
A little respect to your bon-père is due....
I've had many birthdays; well, I have a system
That lets your bon-père stay un enfant too.

Come wish me bon fête, but let's make it clear:
I'm getting younger ev'ry year.
I find it a pleasure when birthdays appear.
I'm getting younger ev'ry year.
I made up my mind when I was fifty-seven
That the year after that I'd be forty-six,
So come and see me next year if you have a chance,
And maybe I'll be trying on my first long pants.
I don't beg your pardon if I get the urge
To act adolescent now and then,
Because the old rooster's crowing; at the rate he's going
Pretty soon he'll start all over again (all over again),
All over again (all over again).

Well, we just remembered it's our birthday too.
We're getting younger ev'ry year.
We find it a pleasure when birthdays are due.
We're getting younger ev'ry year.
We made up our minds when we were thirty-seven
That the year after that we'd be twenty-one,
And since we're counting backwards with each cake we slice,
Next year we may pass around that nice slice twice.
We don't beg your pardon if we get the urge
To act adolescent now and then,
Because the old girls are crowing; at the rate we're going,
Pretty soon we'll start all over again (all over again),
All over again (all over again),

Well, we just remembered it's our birthday too.
We're getting younger ev'ry year.
We find it a pleasure when birthdays are due.
We're getting younger ev'ry year.
We made up our minds when we were twenty-seven
That the year after that we'd be sweet sixteen,
So come and see us next year if you're passing by,
And you can wheel the carriage in—
And you can close the safety pin—
And you can help my mama keep my diaper dry.
I don't beg your pardon if I get the urge
To act adolescent now and then,
Because the old folks are crowing (the old folks are crowing).
At the rate we're going (at the rate we're going),
Pretty soon we'll start all over again (all over again),
All over again (all over again). [repeat ad lib]