CHECK UP
WHEN I GO FOR A CHECK UP
THEY MAKE ME PEE IN A CUP.
I HOPE I DON’T LOOK PALE
WHEN I STAND ON THE SCALE.
I THINK THEY WRITE IN THE REPORT
THAT I’M GETTING A BIT SHORT.
I DON’T DRINK OR SMOKE
BUT I STILL GET A POKE.
THEY CHECK MY EYESIGHT
BUT I STILL SEE RIGHT.
I STILL READ THE CHART
I WONDER HOW’S MY HEART.
MY EAR ON THE LEFT
IS KIND OF DEFT.
I STILL HAVE LOTS OF TEETH
THEN THEY CHECK UNDERNEATH.
BUT I’M STILL LEAN
LIKE A WELL-OILED MACHINE.
I DON’T FEEL ILL
AN’ I DON’T NEED A PILL.
WHEN I GO FOR MY CHECK UP
I’M NOT SPUNKY LIKE A LITTLE PUP.
I’M ONLY FIFTY FIVE
AN’ I’M GLAD TO BE ALIVE.
