Chorus:. I don't need your rockin' chair. Your Geritol or your Medicare. Well I still got Neon in my veins. This grey hair don't mean a thing. I do my rockin' on the stage.
I'm gonna tell her that I love her. About a million times a day. Oh I'm gonna do. Everything I wouldn't do. I'm gonna straighten up my act. If I ever get her back.