Hey old man in woman's shoes I wonder if he knows I think he's crazy When he was young did he have dreams Of wearing woman's shoes and being crazy? It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age Will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change Or will I grow that old? Will I still be around? The way I carry on I'll end up Six feet underground And waste away... When the old man was in school Did the golden rule make him go crazy Or did he hide away from hopes Behind a smile and smoking dope It's crazy It seems so frightening Time passes by like lightning Before you know it you're struck down I always waste my time on my chemical emotions It keeps my head spinning around.