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A short time ago I turned sixty-five,
They say I was over the hill;
I had the shivers, I went to the doc,
And my doc he put me on the pill.
Now I'm telling you I got some start,
But believe me if you will;
Three hundred dollars I gave the drug store,
And I made me way home with me pills.
There's long ones and short ones, green, red and brown,
And one for the pain in me head;
The square one I take to put me asleep,
And the blue one gets me out of bed.
There's one for arthritis, bursitis and pain,
That I get in me arms and me knee;
I got a long white one I look at real hard,
To put where no pill should be.
Take one for my liver, my kidneys and heart,
A ringed one so's they don't make my pee;
A little round white one I put under my tongue,
For the gas when it happens to me.
My old bathroom cabinet looks like a drug store,
With pills as far as can reach;
Some of them don't seem to cost very much,
And others cost ten dollars each.
There's pills when I'm hyper, pills when I'm down,
Pills to keep me real still;
Some that I take without eating food,
No room for the food, just the pill.
There's a little brown one that makes me real nice,
A black one puts me in the rest;
I haven't got one to help me most,
For when I breaks out in the sweats.
I'll live forever, a year and a day,
With those pills I'll have a long wait;
I have one to take on the day that I die,
For Saint Peter at the pearly gate.
All of these pills won't help me out,
For when it's all said and done;
Now I don't take any and that's the good news,
For all these ills I have none.