I’m not . . . yet.
© 1997 Steven E. Cutts
recorded March 5, 2000 at Bias Studios (recorded and mixed by Jim Robeson)
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!
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!