I think I'm getting old, I have heard it told, that my hair is grey, and the things I say isn't half as clear as before. Now my time is gone, no more having fun, no admiring girls, no good-looking pearls, no more loving like they used to be. There will come a day when everybody's growing grey. Listen, all young people, try to hear the words I say, and try to live your life before you get a wife. Sing your songs alone, make it on your own. There's so many things you've got to reach. There will come a day when everybody's growing grey. Listen, all young people, try to hear the words I say, and try to live your life before you get a wife. Sing your songs alone, make it on your own. There's so many things you've got to reach. You know you've got to sing your songs alone, and try to make it on your own. You've got so many things you have to reach.