Growing Older But Not Up (Live 1980)

I rounded first, never thought of the worst

As I studied the shortstop's position

Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg

Someone call a decent physician

I'm no Pete Rose

I can't pretend

Though my mind is still flexible

These brittle bones don't bend

I'm growing older but not up

My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck

So let those winds of change blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee

Headin' South as the waters grow colder

It tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near

It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder

But that's how it goes (that's how it goes)

Right to the end

Though his body's still flexible

That barnacle brain don't bend

I'm growing older but not up

My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck

So let those winds of time blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm livin' than live while I'm dead

Alright, play it

So now don't get me wrong, this is not a sad song

Just events that I have happened to witness

And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll

And no one dies from physical fitness

So, what the hell?

I'll take it right to the end

While the days grow more complicated

The nightlife still wins

I'm growing older but not up

My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck

So let those winds of change blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

And let those winds of time blow over my head

I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Thank you

Remember one nickel to Ernie Gatham

This is a little song that little did I realize

When I wrote this last year down on the island in Montserrat

That the big boom would happen in the state of Washington

So, well, we'll dedicate this tonight to everybody listening up

In the Seattle, Yachtsman, Portland area and

Anybody who might be there from here-

Do not let the commotions that's going on

When the Volcano was going off at Mount St. Helens

I particularly liked the one individual and

Seeing that this is the 4th of July, it sort of represented to me

The true American spirit was the guy named Harry Truman

Who wouldn't get out of the mount

The 82 years old and when they interviewed him on TV when I saw he said

"I've been here all my life, I drank a lot of whiskey, and I'm not going anywhere"

Well, did you imagine when that son of a bitch blew?

Harry Truman was going, "Oh my God, look at this"

So wherever you are, Harry Truman, we'll do it for you tonight

'Cause we don't know where we're gonna go when the Volcano blows