It would be a superb score in golf.
And barely get me by in an exam.
But as an age it makes me want to rolf.
And that’s the age it seems today I am.

It is a proper car speed on the highway.
A decent price in rupees for a bun.
And I have done it well and I did my way.
But doin’ it from here will not be fun.

It is the temp I’d pull out my Bermudas.
And it’s a proof I’d like in alcohol.
But now I’m old and swim with barracudas.
And seventy is not much fun at all.