It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
I can't take it much longer
Cause I'm growing fonder of the change it brings to me
I'm moving on down South
Cause I'm turning into a wrongun
I'm growing fonder of the change it brings to me, to me
All yours
All yours
Hanging on to ageing ways
Taking all you've got to take
All yours
All yours
Prop me up 'til the morning
Elevator music maestro
I'll just be nodding my head until I end up dead all the same
And one day when I can afford it
And stop complaining where all of the time goes
And maybe the tables will turn and my lungs won't burn today
All yours
All yours
Hanging on to ageing ways
Taking all you've got to take
All yours
All yours
All yours
All yours
Hanging on to ageing ways
Taking all you've got to take
All yours
All yours