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

 
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.