I used to be strange but now I’m just normal
I used to be casual, but now I’m quite formal
I used to be smart, but now I’m dense as a rock
I used to be as timely as an atomic clock.
But something has surely changed.
I used to be silent, I said nary a word
I used to be a whisperer, could barely be heard
I used to be muscular, used to be strong
I used to be sexy, looked good in a thong.
But something has surely changed.
I used to be taller, as tall as a tree
I used to be careless, completely carefree
I used to be thinner, slim, firm, and lean
I used to be nicer, not surly and mean.
But something has surely changed.
It’s the first day of May, four months in
The year’s getting older, older than sin
I’d better start changing, for better not worse
Or at the end of the year, I’ll ride in a hearse.
Something has gotta change.
Poor poetry, lousy lyrics