There is nothing the matter with me. I'm as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
Arch supports I have for my feet
Or I wouldn't be able to be on the street
. My memory is failing, my head's in a spin
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this, as my tale I unfold
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin
Than to let folks know the shape we are in.