(P. Mark)
From the album Disposable Soul

The world is your playground
You like to grab every toy that you can
When we’re arm in arm down the boulevard
You can’t quit looking at other men
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old

You sleep late every morning
Saying work’ll just have to wait
You stumble in way past midnight
Saying too much sleep might wrinkle your face
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old

You spend all my hard-earned money
You say, that’s what money’s for
You wrecked my brand new automobile
You said, easy come easy go
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old

That trainer’s got you jumpin’
Down at the gym every day of the week
It’s plain to see from your wobbling knees
You stretch more for him than you do for me
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old