Story

Are we ever too old?  Well, maybe yes.  I’m stunned that I wrote this almost twenty years ago; the song feels all the more relevant two decades later.  Rock on!

 

© 2001 Steven E. Cutts

recorded and mixed in the fall of 2019 by Jim Robeson

 

Steve, vocal

Jason Byrd, guitar

Jim Robeson, bass

Eric Selby, drums

Bill Starks, piano

Bruce Swaim, saxophone

Lyrics

I pointed out to my wife that every single night     

We just fight       for the remote control.

And our sofa’s got impressions -- really rather deep depressions --

From us sitting there while we grow old.

We’ve got a running head start on becoming old farts;

Every evening is déjà vu.

I said, “We’d better shake these habits before they can grab us;

Let’s do what we used to do.”

 

“Let’s swing; let’s twist; let’s jump and jive the night away.

Let’s have a fling, kick up our heels like when we jitterbugged in younger days.

I want to move to a saxophone low-down and dirty;

It’ll help me forget about ever turning thirty.

Let’s swing; let’s twist; let’s jump and jive the night away.”

 

Now, there used to be a time when we thought it was a crime

To get caught hanging around at home.

We were out there on the town making all the rounds

Of every club with music we had known.

We’d be rockin’ and rollin’, struttin’ and strollin’;

We’d boogie down with all our hearts.

And there were even days in our natty disco phase

When we feverishly dressed the part.

 

We would swing; we would twist; we would jump and jive the night away.

We’d have a fling, kick up our heels when we jitterbugged in younger days.

We would move to a saxophone low down and dirty;

It made us resolve we were never turning thirty.

We’d swing; we’d twist; we’d jump and jive the night away.

 

“Oh, I’ll go if you’ll go,” I said.   “I’ll go if you’ll go,” she said.

We limbered up our muscles, stepped out on the floor,

Filled with high hopes  . . .  instead  . . .

 

. . .  I’m here to tell you sadly that the evening ended badly,

But I bet you all had your doubts.

Instead of scootin’ and shufflin’ we were huffin’ and puffin’

After not that many twists and shouts.

It hurt like hell when she tore her ACL

Swiveling two ways at once;

I’m sure I slipped a disc when I reached and badly missed

Her embrace; I’ll be down for months.

 

We tried to swing; we tried to twist; we tried to jump and jive the night away.

I tried to fling her in the air like when we jitterbugged in younger days.

Instead of being indestructible, we fulfilled deductibles

For something like a lifetime and a half.

We tried to swing; we tried to twist; we tried to jump and jive the night away.

We tried to swing; we tried to twist; we tried to jump and jive the night away.