RED HATS AND RAZZMATAZZ:

When I am old, I shall sport ruby lips & red hats,

I´ll don lilac lace sleeves, to hide my wings of bats,

Down Delaney Street I´ll go, singing blues & old jazz,

And my old jelly hips will jive to all that razzmatazz.

 

When I am old, I´ll dance, prance & skip on my way,

I shall rattle my bracelets, & strings of beads I´ll sway,

And beneath my red hats & my raging old razzmatazz,

I shall show the world, that I´ve not yet lost all my snazz.

 

I may be stiff limbed, but my feet shall still be tapping,

My joints unlimbered, but my hands, I´ll still be clapping,

And within my red-hatted head, I shall still keep the beat,

Oh no honey, old age, will never stop these dancing feet.