I don't want to grow old, gray-haired, goal-less
with wrinkles, weakness, and unobtainable wants
I want to stay young, hopeful, capable of fitness

When fashion matters, flexibility is infinite, and laughter's hard to suppress
I don't want to turn frail, fragile, forgetful
I don't want to grow old, gray-haired, helpless

With unsteady hands, poor posture, and unmanageable stress
Annoying slowness, thinning hair, awful hearing
I want to stay young, hopeful, capable of fitness

When it's perfectly normal for my room to be a mess
When dancing and flipping is fun to do
I don't want to grow old, gray-haired, decaying in process

And not care about my weight, hair, or how I dress
knowing death is drawing closer day by day
I want to stay young, hopeful, capable of fitness

So my bones remain strong, and wounds are easier to assess,
And health isn't deadly, and unpredictable
I don't want to grow old, gray-haired, I confess
I want to stay young, hopeful, capable of fitness