Gettin' Old
Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:22 pm
Also in response to Terry, here's one of mine that might strike a chord here and there.
Gettin' Old
© David Campbell
I ain’t a modern sorta bloke, I’m quite set in me ways.
I’m tellin’ yer, an’ it’s no joke, I like the olden days.
I reckon things was easy then, the pace was kinda slow,
with all the wot, the ’ow an’ when, the things we ’ad ter know.
When I was young I knew me place, an’ treated words like gold.
I gave me parents lots of space. an’ did wot I was told.
I fed the chooks an’ chopped the wood, an’ mucked the stables out.
I tried ter ’elp as best I could, so we’d not go without.
I kept me ’ead an’ voice way down, we ’ad ter then because,
with all us kids around the town, that’s just the way it was.
We ’ad our fun an’ messed about, but never ran unchecked,
’cause, come wot may, we ’ad no doubt, we’ ’ad ter show respect.
I worshipped them, me Mum an’ Dad, an’ tried so ’ard ter please,
fer they was gods ter just a lad, an’ did all things with ease.
My parents knew wot made things tick, like ’ow ter get jobs done,
an’ wot ter do when I was sick, an’ ’ow the world was run.
But now it’s kids wot knows the lot, with all them bibs an’ bobs,
like iPads an’ such things they got from workin’ at McJobs.
So when I’m at a flamin’ loss an’ dunno where I’m at,
I turns ter them, ’cause they’re the boss at tellin’ this from that.
Like ’ow ter turn the TV on with that remote control,
an’ why the decent music’s gone, an’ films ’ave lost their soul.
Or ’ow ter use a mobile phone, an’ just wot Twitter is,
or where’s all me testosterone, an’ why is spam a swizz?
I’d like ter use the DVD, but dunno wot ter do;
despite a bloody hour or three I ’aven’t got a clue!
An’ then there’s that darn internet, with cyberspace an’ all,
for Skypin’ people wot we’ve met, an’ Facebook with its Wall.
But though I ’its them flamin’ keys, an’ sits up ’arf the night,
the PC always seems ter freeze…I never gets it right!
Or else me words just disappear, they jump right off the screen,
an’ though I search both far an’ near, they’re gone in that machine!
An’ then there’s passwords, codes an’ PINS, wot we’re supposed ter learn;
I dunno where it all begins…it makes my poor brain burn.
It drives me crazy, all this stuff wot we’re s’posed ter know.
It’s all too quick, I’ve ’ad enough, wot’s wrong with goin’ slow?
I’m gettin’ dumber year by year, an’ though I tries me best,
me brain is fried, an’ soon I fear I won’t pass any test!
So stop the world an’ set me free, while I’ve still got some pride.
You kids go on an’ let me be…I’ve ’ad this crazy ride!
Gettin' Old
© David Campbell
I ain’t a modern sorta bloke, I’m quite set in me ways.
I’m tellin’ yer, an’ it’s no joke, I like the olden days.
I reckon things was easy then, the pace was kinda slow,
with all the wot, the ’ow an’ when, the things we ’ad ter know.
When I was young I knew me place, an’ treated words like gold.
I gave me parents lots of space. an’ did wot I was told.
I fed the chooks an’ chopped the wood, an’ mucked the stables out.
I tried ter ’elp as best I could, so we’d not go without.
I kept me ’ead an’ voice way down, we ’ad ter then because,
with all us kids around the town, that’s just the way it was.
We ’ad our fun an’ messed about, but never ran unchecked,
’cause, come wot may, we ’ad no doubt, we’ ’ad ter show respect.
I worshipped them, me Mum an’ Dad, an’ tried so ’ard ter please,
fer they was gods ter just a lad, an’ did all things with ease.
My parents knew wot made things tick, like ’ow ter get jobs done,
an’ wot ter do when I was sick, an’ ’ow the world was run.
But now it’s kids wot knows the lot, with all them bibs an’ bobs,
like iPads an’ such things they got from workin’ at McJobs.
So when I’m at a flamin’ loss an’ dunno where I’m at,
I turns ter them, ’cause they’re the boss at tellin’ this from that.
Like ’ow ter turn the TV on with that remote control,
an’ why the decent music’s gone, an’ films ’ave lost their soul.
Or ’ow ter use a mobile phone, an’ just wot Twitter is,
or where’s all me testosterone, an’ why is spam a swizz?
I’d like ter use the DVD, but dunno wot ter do;
despite a bloody hour or three I ’aven’t got a clue!
An’ then there’s that darn internet, with cyberspace an’ all,
for Skypin’ people wot we’ve met, an’ Facebook with its Wall.
But though I ’its them flamin’ keys, an’ sits up ’arf the night,
the PC always seems ter freeze…I never gets it right!
Or else me words just disappear, they jump right off the screen,
an’ though I search both far an’ near, they’re gone in that machine!
An’ then there’s passwords, codes an’ PINS, wot we’re supposed ter learn;
I dunno where it all begins…it makes my poor brain burn.
It drives me crazy, all this stuff wot we’re s’posed ter know.
It’s all too quick, I’ve ’ad enough, wot’s wrong with goin’ slow?
I’m gettin’ dumber year by year, an’ though I tries me best,
me brain is fried, an’ soon I fear I won’t pass any test!
So stop the world an’ set me free, while I’ve still got some pride.
You kids go on an’ let me be…I’ve ’ad this crazy ride!