Bourgeois Tagg Dying To Be Free
Gotta do something but there ain't nothing left to do
Got a funny feeling that I won't be here for long
Nobody seems to have the slightest idea what to do with me
Please tell them not to wonder why
It's sooner or later
Please tell them not to worry so
I'm just an old man dying to be free
Gotta give the dog away and cancel my magazines
I gotta shine my shoes
And get my best suit pressed and cleaned
A garden full of food will be my final contribution to the world
Please tell them not to cry for me
On this wonderful occasion
Please celebrate the pride in me
I'm just an old man dying to be free
If I leave the needle sitting on my favorite song
And I write a note, maybe they will turn it on
And dance 'The Continental' in my memory
I'm heading through the '80s
With a time-honored point of view
But the whisper of the wind
Says there's no sense in getting older, whoa
Every man that's young and strong
Believes that he will live to an eternity (what about you?)
Please don't wait up for me
It's a personal decision
Please celebrate the pride in me
I'm just an old man dying to be free, to be free
To be free now, to be free
I said to my souls, oh whoa whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa whoa, oh whoa
