Growing Older But Not Up

I rounded first, never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position,
Crack! went my leg like the shell of an egg -
Someone call a decent physician!
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend.
Though my mind is quite flexible
Rhese brittle bones don't bend.

Chorus
I'm growing older but not up,
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck.
Let those winds of change blow over my head,
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
Heading south as the waters grow colder.
Tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders,
But hat's how it flows right to the end
Though his body's still flexible,
That barnacle brain don't bend.

(Chorus)

So now don't get me wrong, this is not a sad song,
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes its toll as we head for the pole
And no one dies from physical fitness.
So what the hell? We'll take it right to the end.
As the days grow more complicated
The night life still wins

(Chorus)

Let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead