Garnet Rogers - What's Wrong With This Picture lyrics

What's wrong with this picture? There's something not right My eyes feel like marbles, man, My teeth are too tight What's wrong with my mirror? That's not the boy that we love My mouth tastes like the inside of truck driver's glove What's wrong with this picture? What's wrong with this picture? Who put grey in my beard? How did that happen? My God, I look weird Is that really my waistline? Are those really my thighs? Who shrunk these jeans down to half of their size? What's wrong with this picture How did I get here? My God I look bad I went to bed a young man, now I look like somebody's dad Where did the years go? Where is my hair? The way that time flies, it just isn't fair What's wrong with this picture? What's wrong with this picture? I think I'll go back to bed And spend the day with the covers pulled up over my head Œcause you can't fight the Reaper, man He's quick and he's mean I feel just like the Porsche that belonged to James Dean What's wrong with this picture? Where did my life go? I had so much planned Who took my hourgla**? I lost all my sand How did this happen? Man, give me a break I thought I was hitting my stride, and I got left at the gate What's wrong with this picture?