They say I might as well face the truth. That I'm just too long in the tooth. Oh I'm an O.A.P. and weak-kneed But I have not yet quite gone to seed. I may be over the hill now that I have retired. Fading away but I'm not yet expired. Clapped out, rundown, too old to save One foot in the grave. (Closing theme): They say I might as well face the truth. That I'm just too long in the tooth. I've started to deteriorate And now I've pa**ed my own sell-by date. Oh I am no spring chicken it's true. I have to pop my teeth in to chew. And my old knees have started to knock. I've just got too many miles on the clock. So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways. It's true my body as seen better days. But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave. One foot in the grave. One foot in the grave. One foot in the grave.