The Shit Song(Live|Explicit) - Loudon Wainwright III

The Sh*t Song - Loudon Wainwright III
When I run into friends of mine
I haven't seen in years
They give me the once over
Then their eyes well up with tears
Then they pronounce me
'Looking great'
I haven't changed a bit
I flash 'em back a feeble smile: I
Know I look like sh*t
'Cos I saw myself this morning
Phew and I know of what I speak
I'm a human being
But I look like I reek
And a weaker bathroom lightbulb
Just might take care of it
'Cos the mirror shatters your
Illusions when you look like sh*t
Sh*t comes in different colours
And consistencies
I guess that I'm just aging
Like the finest wines and cheeses
The guy that's me
Who's in my dreams
Is twenty-five or six
I'm old enough to be his dad
How's that for parlour tricks
Life's a job you're fired from
Unless of course you quit
Gee I wonder if that old blind
Guy knows that he looks like sh*t
Let's ask him
'Scuse me No over here
Although I know it's natural
I still can't understand
Once I looked like a million bucks
Now more like two grand
We start out with a lot of time
But what happens to it
Times flies when you f**k around
And then you look like sh*t
Oh ain't it the truth
Brothers and sisters
Sh*t comes in different colours
And consistencies
'Sh*t's a gift we make' Freud said
'Here take mine won't you please '
Growing old ain't easy
It's a process so they say
We proceed to our grand finales
Every single day
But dying doesn't worry me
I'm not bothered a bit
I just don't like the thought of
Lying there looking like sh*t