You see them walking down in the streets With their pugs and their restful footsteps I feel so alone, it's just me and my phone And I'll be needing forceps To pluck away all the thorns in bouquets Of the roses and red-isn flags I've saved From crooks and from other potential lovers But I didn't fetch love either way Let me complain How my life's so mundane And how kids today lack rock 'n' roll Morning coffee, make a spark of me Never in my life felt this old I feel I'm falling off of the beat While the youngsters are hitting billboards I'm too insecure to appear All humble enough to cheer up And I watched them go while I'm walking the plank But I cannot feel a thing And I heard them laugh all way to the bank While I cannot earn a thing Let me complain How my life's so mundane And how kids today lack rock 'n' roll Morning coffee, make a spark of me Never in my life felt this old