How lovely
To sit here
In the shade
With none of the woes
Of man and maid
I'm glad I'm not young
Anymore
The rivals that
Don't exist at all
The feeling you're
Only two feet tall
I'm glad that
I'm not young
Anymore
No more confusion
No morning after
Surprise
No self-delusion
That when you're
Telling those lies
She isn't wise
And even if
Love comes
Through the door
The kind that goes on
Forever more
Forever more is
Shorter than before
Oh I'm so glad
That I'm not young
Anymore
The tiny remark
That tortures you
The fear that
Your friends
Won't like her too
I'm glad
I'm not young
Anymore
The longing to end
A stale affair
Until you find out
She doesn't care
I'm glad that
I'm not young
Anymore
No more frustration
No star-crossed
Lover am I
No aggravation just
One reluctant reply
''Lady goodbye''
The fountain of youth
Is dull as paint
Methuselah is
My patron saint
I've never been
So comfortable
Before
Oh I'm so glad that
I'm not young
Anymore