i try counting sheep,but there's one I always miss...

I want to be old/Easy Cure

I want to be old
and creek by the fire
I want to smell of rotting wood
It's all I desire
I want my joints
to seize up
I want my legs to ache
I want my eyesight to fall
I want my skin to flake
To be old
I want to be old.

I want false teeth
And not be senile
A centigenarian fool
I want to be ignored
And I want to be slow
To be old,
I want to be old.