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)
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!