I been retracing my family roots
Isn't this the hoots
Doctor cold said, "You have five years"
Oh, my how the time disappears
I was 22 my mind in fears
I believe now I have outlived this fellow
Eating better the fruits of yellow
I looked and searched my family roots
I am not ready my grave uplifted boots
But long life is not in the genes
So longevity is not for us as it seems
Most are long gone by age of seventy
Are you listening to this devil fill in the melody
I am approaching the age of seventy six
Ain't that a-- word that rhymes with witch
I think I have few more years but who knows
I am not the one who wrote the script, ends the shows
But if my friend the end is nearly near
I lived a full life want to make that clear
And this latest Doc says numbers are not right
No longer 22 but won't give in without a fight