No Time At All

Berthe

When you are as old as i, my dear

And i hope that you never are

You will woefully wonder why, my dear

Through your cataracts and catarrh

You could squander away or sequester

A drop of a precious year

For when your best days are yester

The rest'er twice as dear....

What good is a field on a fine summer night

When you sit all alone with the weeds?

Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite

You spit out your teeth with the seeds?

Before it's too late stop trying to wait

For fortune and fame you're secure of

For there's one thing to be sure of, mate:

There's nothing to be sure of!

Oh, it's time to start livin'

Time to take a little from this world we're given

Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall

In just no time at all....

I've never wondered if i was afraid

When there was a challenge to take

I never thought about how much i weighed

When there was still one piece of cake

Maybe it's meant the hours i've spent

Feeling broken and bent and unwell

But there's still no cure more heaven-sent

As the chance to raise some hell

Everybody....

All

Oh, it's time to start livin'

Time to take a little from this world we're given

Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall

In just no time at all....

Now when the drearies do attack

And a siege of the sads begins

I just throw these noble shoulders back

And lift these noble chins

Give me a man who is handsome and strong

Someone who's stalwart and steady

Give me a night that's romantic and long

And give me a month to get ready

Now i could waylay some aging roue

And persuade him to play in some cranny

But it's hard to believe i'm being led astray

By a man who calls me granny

All

Oh, it's time to start livin'

Time to take a little from this world we're given

Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall

In just no time at all....

Oh, it's time to start livin'

Time to take a little from this world we're given

Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall

In just no time at all....

Sages tweet that age is sweet

Good deeds and good work earns you laurels

But what could make you feel more obsolete

Than being noted for your morals?

Here is a secret i never have told

Maybe you'll understand why

I believe if i refuse to grow old

I can stay young till i die

Now, i've known the fears of sixty-six years

I've had troubles and tears by the score

But the only thing i'd trade them for

Is sixty-seven more....

Oh, it's time to keep livin'

Time to keep takin' from this world we're given

You are my time, so i'll throw off my shawl

And watching your flings be flung all over

Makes me feel young all over

Bethe and boys

In just no time at all....