When you wake up
And you go to your mirror
The pores of your skin
And your eyes more austerer
It's a long way from
"My aren't you the foxy one!"
But that was the seventies darling
You're not twenty-one
You've had better days than this one before
Haven't you
When she back up
To the Dance of the Duchin
You move from the path
Of the grand hoochie-koochin'
But it's a fall
Not a boogie ballroom bunny bop
You couldn't have caught her
Still your mind is a cop
You've had better days than this one before
Haven't you
You can't will yourself to die
Though you try and try and try
You'll just make your body ill
And you cannot steal a thrill
You may feeeel like it's time
But you'll have to wait in line
Deep regret and lashless eyes
Deeper lows and lower highs
You've had better days than this one before
You've had better days than this one before
You've had better days than this one before
Haven't you?