This Old Man Lyrics - Singles - Guardian

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme 

Remember me? 'Member me? 

This old man, he plays one on one 

He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son 

This old man, he's got the smell of sin 

He's got the nature of sin he was your actual, factual old sin nature 

Mother praying, Jesus save the boy 

Save him from the old man, got away, glory, glory 

Up from the water, out of the grave 

Wearing a new man's clothes 

The old man's dragging the lake again lately 

What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose 

This old man, he don't mind the gap 

He's like a subway rat, he's crawling out your past 

Out the dark, little land shark, little predator scavenger 

Serving up sucker punch, flyweight, gonna eat your lunch 

This old man, he's flicking on the brights 

He's wanting squatter's rights 

He's gotta have his space in your face 

Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted 

Every bitter fruit you tasted gonna snare you in a stare-down 

Better to choke than breathe in your curse 

This old man, this old man 

Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse 

This old man, this old man 

This old man, this old man 

Up from the water, out of the grave 

Wearing a new man's clothes 

The old man's dragging the lake again lately 

What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose 

This old man, he plays seek and destroy 

He comes robbing my joy, he's here spreading the rot 

Old man, don't you get it? What I've got is good as gold 

Good as gold, better than gold