The Idea Of Growing Old

We can talk all night, we can talk all day

We can play charades when there is nothing to say

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

I can make you angry, you can make me a smile

We can make oragami with the kids for a while

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

Now it won't be long

No, it won't be long

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

Turn me on to the idea of growing old

We can lay around and count the number of times

I've acted foolish and you've rolled your eyes

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

You in your kerchief and me in my cap

We can settle down for an afternoon nap

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

Now it won't be long

No, it won't be long

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

Turn me on to the idea of growing old

Turn me on to the idea of growing old

Turn me on to the idea of growing old

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

You turn me on to the idea of growing old

You turn me on to the idea of growing old