Story

I’m not . . . yet.

 

© 1997 Steven E. Cutts  (ASCAP)

recorded March 5, 2000 at Bias Studios (recorded and mixed by Jim Robeson)

On All Alone . . . But Hardly On My Own (available for purchase at iTunes, et al.)

 

  • Steve, lead vocal
  • Paul Bell, electric guitars 
  • John Lewis, electric bass
  • Robbie Magruder, drums 
  • Bill Starks, piano & organ
  • The MoMe Squad, horns  (arranged by Jim Robeson)

Lyrics

Don't turn down the volume;  I've got something to say!

Don't bring down the curtain while I'm still on the stage!

Don't bring up the house lights;  make the audience stay!

Don't give me that signal that my time has expired;  I'm not going away!

 

It seems that the word on the streets is that I've gotten older than old;

But as far as I'm concerned, I'm just about as good as gold.     

 

I haven't bit the dust;  I haven't bought the farm;

I haven't breathed my last;  the body is still warm!

Don't you dare say that I'm passé;  I'm not going away!

 

Don't turn down the volume;  I've got something to say!. . .

           

Now I've got to admit I may have lost a step or two;

And I don't exactly have that bright-eyed look of youth.

 

I need a nap after lunch;  I can't party until dawn.

I may be slowly rusting out, but I'm still hanging on.

I may be long in the tooth;  I may be past my prime;

But there's a lot I still can do  (if you give me extra time.)

I'm anything but déclassé;  I'm not going away!

 

No,  I haven't lost my marbles;  I can still see fine;

And you can still send me in when the game's on the line.

‘Cause I can still kick some butt;  I can make the fur fly;

I can still charm the ladies;  got a gleam in my eye!

Just let me straighten my toupee;  I'm not going away!

Don't tell me that I'm old and gray; I'm not going away!