This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb - Hot Diggety lyrics

These old arms of mine, popping and cracking all the time They can't pick up what they should pick up, makes me depressed sometimes These dang knees that I've got on, somebody must have put 'em on wrong I can't really depend on 'em, I can't walk half a mile on 'em I got one ear that I can't hear from, got a wrist that needs a little work done When I talk my jaw gets locked up, I wake up and some mornings it's frozen And I'm feeling old and crookedy And I ain't even turned 30 yet Well my daddy died when he was 47 I'm right behind He had his problems and I got mine My danged ol' back, she's outta whack I got headaches that could knock out a horse, got mental problems of course (of course) People used to say I was so thin, the bones are gonna pop right outta my skin One night I was running from the cops, I hopped a fence and my ankle went pop Pop pop, pop pop pop pop And I'm feeling old and crookedy And I ain't even turned 30 yet Well my daddy died when he was 47 I'm right behind He had his problems and I got mine