Don't be an old antidisesablishmentarianismist
You never want to be cuddled
You never want to be kissed
You're just an old antidisesablishmentarianismist
And if I come close while we're dancing
I get a slap on the wrist
You have no use for moonlight
You turn your back on a star
You're heart is fenced and you're against
The state of things as they are
When you're a hundred years older
Maybe you'll want what you've missed
Don't be an old antidisesablishmentarianismist.