| Well, I’ve been sing most my lifetime | 
| Of Rockall, strong men an' Botany Bay | 
| Singing songs of love and hope and freedom | 
| While time had slowly slipped away | 
| Have you noticed the policemen getting younger? | 
| And the bus men, they’re getting younger too | 
| While all my friends are getting older | 
| I have stayed the same, you know it’s true | 
| And Janey Mac, I’m nearly forty | 
| I think my hair is turning grey | 
| I’ll be on the pension very shortly | 
| And how I long for yesterday | 
| We’re so long together, it’s a record | 
| We should be in the Guinness book of fame | 
| For twenty-five long years we’ve been together | 
| And just for spite, we’ll do the same again | 
| But there’s silver threads in Tommy’s whiskers | 
| And Derek with the beard, he’s getting bald | 
| While though he’s getting kind of grumpy | 
| While I am just not getting old | 
| And Janey Mac, I’m nearly forty | 
| I think my hair is turning grey | 
| I’ll be on the pension very shortly | 
| And how I long for yesterday | 
| So all you knockers and begrudgers | 
| You will admit we have that touch of class | 
| If not we’d send you our new record | 
| And you can stick it up your — jumper! | 
| And Janey Mac, I’m nearly forty | 
| I think my hair is turning grey | 
| I’ll be on the pension very shortly | 
| And how I long for yesterday |