Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
The mem'ries of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom in the sick room And talk to yourself as you die Life is a short warm moment And death is a long cold rest You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye: Eighty years with luck, or even less So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you'll make it to the top And mind how you go I can tell you 'cause I know You may find it hard to get off You are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son And he was burried like a mole in a fox hole And ev'ryone is still on [bad word] And who is the master of fox hounds? And who says the hunt has begun? And who calls the tune in the courtroom? And who beats the funeral [bad word] The mem'ries of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom in the sick room And talk to yourself as you die