(opening theme):
They say i might as well face the truth.
that i'm just too long in the tooth.
oh i'm an o.a.p. and weak-kneed
but i have not yet quite gone to seed.
I may be over the hill now that i have retired.
fading away but i'm not yet expired.
clapped out, rundown, too old to save
one foot in the grave.
(closing theme):
They say i might as well face the truth.
that i'm just too long in the tooth.
i've started to deteriorate
and now i've passed my own sell-by date.
Oh i am no spring chicken it's true.
i have to pop my teeth in to chew.
and my old knees have started to knock.
i've just got too many miles on the clock.
So i'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways.
it's true my body as seen better days.
but give me half a chance and i can still misbehave.
one foot in the grave.
one foot in the grave.
one foot in the grave.