Free

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

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!

The Prime Cutts

Lyrics