Eric Idle - 'One Foot in the Grave'


Monty Python Monty Python, he can stick it up his bum (up his bum), he can bugger-off til' kingdom come.

They say I might as well face the truth That I am just too long in the tooth I've started to deteriorate And now I'm past my own sell-by date Oh I'm no spring chicken it's true I have to pop my teeth in to chew My old knees are starting to knock I've just got too many miles on the clock So I'm wrinkly crinkly set in my ways It's true that my body has seen better days But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave One foot in the grave One foot in the grave

So I'm losing my hair and I may be rare but I'm not yet extinct I'm an oldie, moldie, too old to rave One foot in the grave One foot in the grave

They tell me I am well past my prime The landlord in the sky's calling time There's one thing that he ought to know I am not yet ready to go I know I'm old, but I'm not a freak I should be cherished like an antique But every time I have a slight cough I'm frightened they'll start switching me off So I'm wrinkly, crinkly but don't shed a tear I'm not exactly a little old dear One thing's for sure I'm still bloody well here One foot in the grave One foot in the grave One foot in the grave