You see them walking down in the streets
With their pugs and their restful footsteps
I feel so alone, it's just me and my phone
And I'll be needing forceps

To pluck away all the thorns in bouquets
Of the roses and red-isn flags I've saved
From crooks and from other potential lovers
But I didn't fetch love either way

Let me complain
How my life's so mundane
And how kids today lack rock 'n' roll
Morning coffee, make a spark of me
Never in my life felt this old

I feel I'm falling off of the beat
While the youngsters are hitting billboards
I'm too insecure to appear
All humble enough to cheer up
And I watched them go while I'm walking the plank
But I cannot feel a thing
And I heard them laugh all way to the bank
While I cannot earn a thing

Let me complain
How my life's so mundane
And how kids today lack rock 'n' roll
Morning coffee, make a spark of me
Never in my life felt this old