Viejoven

I wouldn't know whether to take you to a big drinking session
I wouldn't know whether to take you to Benidorm
With the old folks

When you made your first communion
You looked like Baby Jane in a nightgown

Your features are of an older woman
And they make me feel like loving
Haneke's

Science will study your mutation
They'll name an infection after you
What a downer

Because you're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung

You've been a grandma since you were ten
And you went from childhood to old age
You and Paul McCartney

That Lansbury style, the Miss Marple look
Queen mother strolling through the institute
But old

Because you're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung

Inside a cheerleader and outside Methuselah
Contradictory like a Romanian Parisian
Nonagenarian

You've been looking seventy for thirty years
From this angle you're so ugly
So ugly and so beautiful

In your ID you looked thin but you were fat
Thin-fat
Thin neck, guitar body
Monster, beautiful
And worn-out nymph

Because you're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
Because you're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung
You're oldyoung

Old, old, old, old
Old, old, old, old
Old, old, old, old
Old, old
Oldyoung