In my twenties I could catch you
I could run like I was flying
In my thirties I could catch you
though I’d injure myself trying
In my forties I can catch you
if my life depends upon it 
But when I’m fifty years old I will 
shake my head and yell- Dog gone it!

Don’t make fun of middle aged people
Cut middle aged people some slack
If you make fun of middle aged people
Please do it behind our backs

That’s the right way… the polite way
To make fun of our music and our clothes
We’ve got issues…and wish you knew
Needed yoga class so you could touch your toes

Don’t make fun of middle aged people
Cut middle aged people some slack
If you make fun of middle aged people
Please do it behind our backs

We get fired…We get tired
We get metabolically impaired
You sleep sounder, we get rounder
And our bodies make noise getting out of our chairs

Don’t make fun of middle aged people
Cut middle aged people some slack
If you make fun of middle aged people
Please do it behind our backs

As time passes… we need glasses
Just to read stuff we will soon forget
You get stronger… we take longer
And although that has upsides you don’t expect

Don’t make fun of middle aged people
Cut middle aged people some slack
If you make fun of middle aged people
Please do it behind our backs

We may grumble that you mumble
It might be our hearing failing us
Years of sunshine left us laugh lines
Although nothing could be that hilarious

Just the karma should alarm ya’
Cause what goes around will always come around
Someday you’ll sigh...made fun of by
someone you could injure just by sitting down
And you’ll say...

Don’t make fun of middle aged people
Cut middle aged people some slack
If you make fun of middle aged people
Please do it behind our backs

© 1999 Flying Stone Music