What are you going to do now old man, old man
when you look in the mirror, and the mirror doesn't lie
when the girls grin like hags and the barrels run dry
and ghosts walk at noon and there's blood in the sky
what are you going to do now
old man
old man

Well, I'll light the gas and take my love a cup of tea in bed,
I'll talk at length in coffee shops of books I haven't read,
I'll say a prayer for the roaring boys who are six feet under,
I'll praise the holly trinity,
and I'll fart against the thunder!