Baby Boomer Blues

I've got age spots on the back of my hands;
My face is wrinkling too;
Instead of aging gracefully,
I've got baby boomer blues.

I'd like to find the fountain of youth;
I wonder if it really exists;
It seems like only yesterday,
That I looked something like Trish:

OK I might be stretching it,
But only just a little;
I was a "looker" back in "those days"
Now I wipe away spittle!

Oh Lord, my body's achin'
Everything's fallin' apart;
sometimes it's all that I can do,
To get out of bed and start.

I'd love to do the Watusi,
Or maybe the Pony or Twist;
But I'm lucky to be able
To sit here and type like this.

My bones are getting weaker;
I'm losing some of my hair.
The hot flashes have become so bad,
Well, let's not even go there!

I used to have such pretty teeth,
Now they soak in a cup;
Oh why must I get older?
I'd rather be a pup!

I guess I should accept it;
And stop my whining too.
But I can't seem to help it;
I've got baby boomer blues.