Iím 61 years old now, Lord I never thought Iíd see 30
Though I know this road is still some way to go
I canít help thinking of
Will I be beloved and celebrated for my masterly climb?
Or just another bum when to comes to checkout time?
Iím fearful my chances of crossing over Jordan into glory
May be compromised by the pies Iíve had my fingers in
Must I be condemned, forever damned for some long-forgotten crime?
Or singiní ďRock of AgesĒ with the angels soon after checkout time.