Lookin’ Young By
J. Carl Brooksby
“Old man, you’re really lookin’ young”, my friends say when we meet,
But I’ll tell you a secret that you must not repeat.
I know I’m lookin’ healthy, and I never have no ills,
If I remember daily, to take my seven pills.
Each mornin’, there’s a green pill that always must be taken.
It goes straight to my fingers to stop them from a shakin’.
To regulate my pressure and keep the strokes away,
I send a little blue pill to my aorta twice a day.
I take a small brown capsule; in my stomach it must stop,
To make certain that my food goes down and doesn’t come back up.
A triangular-shaped blue pill to my prostate is directed,
To guarantee my water works will always be protected.
I take a yellow pill to stop the tremor in my tongue.
It never used to do that when I was somewhat young.
I must take a big white pill at each lunch time, that is certain:
It goes directly to my legs, to keep my knees from hurtin’.
At suppertime I just repeat three of the aforementioned.
At bedtime, there’s a pink pill to relieve me of my tension.
There’s one more pill that I should take as you must surely know.
A traffic regulator to tell each pill where to go!
If I forget to take my pills, my hands begin to tremble,
I get a wet spot on my pants, and my stomach starts to rumble.
My jaw and tongue start waggin’, when I’m not even talkin’
And I have to take along a cane to help me when I’m walkin’
Well, now you know my secret, and I’ll never lose my youth
For I keep it stored in bottles, if you want to know the truth.
So if you think you’re seeing me, it’s really not myself.
You’re lookin’ at those seven pills that I keep on the shelf.