The young bloke full of ego the old bloke full of thought
The young bloke talks of glory and battles to be fought,
The old bloke gray from living he has been there and done that
His grandchildren are teenagers and he's growing old and fat.
The young bloke full of passion he needs excitement in his life
He needs to sow his wild oats but he does not need a wife
The old bloke he has done those things and he has fought in war as well
And when he is in the mood to he has good stories to tell
Of his life of adventure though the years have left him slow
In his prime he was quite active some forty years ago
Still now he feels he's past it he has known a better day
Time doesn't wait for anyone it just ticks and ticks away.
The young bloke full of testoterone is in his glorious prime
And the old bloke has a pot belly and is losing out to time
His younger wife has left him he is not the man he once was in bed
In many relationships between men and women the heart doesn't rule the head.
The young bloke full of big dreams and with energy to spare
Is yearning for adventure in the bigger World out there
The old bloke sits on his sofa drinking beer and watching t v
The future belong to the young that's how 'twould seem to me.
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