**Alice Cooper **– No More Mr. Young Guy
[sup]*Sung to the tune of “No More Mr. Nice Guy.”
(Guitar Intro)*[/sup]
I used to bang all the sweet young things,
Now they – all run and flee.
I’m forced to look - for little old ladies,
Hope they remember me.
Now I like just like to read the paper,
And not be seen.
With me, - it’s all ‘bout getting golf time,
And my - Ovaltine[sup]TM.[/sup]
No more mister young guy,
No more music scene,
No more mister young guy,
They say he’s old, he’s unclean.
Another wrinkle on my face today.
I can’t trust my eyes.
I’ve been thrown out of the music circles,
But can’t remember why.
I went to search - incognito,
For rubbing alcohol.
My pharmacist – he recognized me,
And gave me Geritol[sup]TM.[/sup]
He said,
No more mister young guy,
No more music scene,
No more mister young guy,
They say he’s old, he’s unclean.
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