Two shades of gray.
There coming in thicker and thicker
one by one they settle in, my two shades of gray,
I'm getting older it seems
and my wisdom is showing
seems only dye can keep them at bay.
Soon they'll take over and fill my whole top
and as my crowing glory,
I'll be referred to as old pop
as they sit on my knee and aske me
to tell them a story.
I'm sure that when that day arrives
I'll be ready and set.
But as for now I like them black
on that you can surely bet!
one by one they settle in, my two shades of gray,
I'm getting older it seems
and my wisdom is showing
seems only dye can keep them at bay.
Soon they'll take over and fill my whole top
and as my crowing glory,
I'll be referred to as old pop
as they sit on my knee and aske me
to tell them a story.
I'm sure that when that day arrives
I'll be ready and set.
But as for now I like them black
on that you can surely bet!
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