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.