Septuagenarian Blues

Dreamed last night I was twenty-five.

Yeah, dreamed I was only twenty-five.

Woke up to find I'm seventy-eight,

But glad I still can jive.

They say seven's a lucky number.

I hear seven is a lucky number.

Now I got a lotta sevens,

So why's it feel like such a bummer?

Got those septuagenarian blues.

Oh mama, septuagenarian blues.

But I still got the jam

To wear my dancin' shoes.

Gonna boogie all day, boogie all night.

Boogie thru the day, boogie thru the night.

I may be an ol' geezer,

But my baby treats me right.

My baby said "You a septuagenarian.

Uh-huh, you a septuagenarian.

But Daddy, I am gonna love you

'Til you're a centenarian."