Give it up and don't accept,
Those tired bones.
Give it up and don't accept,
Those moans and groans
Give it up and don't accept,
Those tired bones.
Give it up!
And...
Before you commit to aging,
Let go...
Of the practice to enact your age.
Give it up and don't accept.
Give it up and don't accept.
Before you commit to aging,
Let go...
Of the practice to enact your age.
'Ow! '
Those old and aging people,
Seem...
To want to carry aches and pains.
Oh those old and aging people,
Seem...
To want old age to claim.
And proud to limp around with canes.
'Ow! '
Give it up and don't accept,
Those tired bones.
Give it up and don't accept,
Those moans and groans
Give it up and don't accept,
Those tired bones.
Give it up,
Now!
Give it up.
Give it up,
Now!
Give it up.
'Ow! '
Those old and aging people,
Seem...
To want to carry aches and pains.
Oh those old and aging people,
Seem...
To want old age to claim.
And proud to limp around with canes.
As if aging brings them fame.
Give it up,
Now!
Give it up.
Give it up,
Now!
Give it up.
Give it up,
Now!
Give it up.
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