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Don't be ashamed of your age. |
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Don't let the years get you down. |
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That old gang you knew, they still think of you |
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As a rounder in your old hometown. |
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Don't mind the grey in your hair. |
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Just think of all the fun you've had puttin' it there. |
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As for that old book of time, you've never skipped a page. |
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So don't be ashamed of your age, brother. |
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Don't be ashamed of your age. |
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Listen, Mr. Smith, Mr. Brown, |
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Don't let your age get you down. |
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Life ain't begun until you're 40, son. |
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That's when you really start to go to town. |
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Don't wish that you were a lad. |
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Why, boy, you've lost more gals than they've ever had. |
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And, listen, you've graduated from that ol' sucker stage, |
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So don't be ashamed of your age, brother. |
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Don't be ashamed of your age. |
