| I don’t care for your new fangled ways |
| Everything about me stays |
| And you say I’ve grown detached |
| Well maybe that’s true |
| And I’m a bit old fashioned |
| Well maybe that too |
| Oh but don’t make a fool of yourself |
| Think what you’re doing |
| And give up this younger man |
| So he might be better looking than me |
| Well that’s not difficult |
| Ah but will he love you half as much |
| When he gets to know yer |
| And when things start to go wrong |
| Do ya think he’ll stay to show yer |
| So why don’t you put these ideas out of your head |
| Come on and cry on my shoulder |
| I could try to be more xciting |
| Sure I’ve lost some of my shin |
| But I’ve found we’ve got past the lightning |
| Into the calm into the calm |
| I don’t care for your new fangled ways |
| Everything about me stays |
| So I’ve grown detached |
| Well maybe that’s true |
| Alright so I’m old fashioned |
| Well maybe that too |
| Ah but don’t be a fool to yourself |
| Think what you’re doing |
| And give up this younger man |