Gee, Gigi music continues. Another adaptation of song to be done Q.

I'm glad that I'm not young anymore

Poor boy! Poor boy!. Down-hearted and depressed and in a spin
Poor boy! Poor boy! Oh, youth can really do a fellow in!
How lovely to sit here in the shade With none of the woes
of man and maid

I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The rivals that don't exist at all
The feeling you're only two feet tall
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore

No more confusion, no morning-after surprise
No self-delusion that when you're telling those lies
She isn't wise
And even if love comes through the door
The chance that goes on forevermore
Forevermore is shorter than before
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore

The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won't like her too
I'm glad I'm not young anymore

The longing to end the stale affair
Until you find out she doesn't care
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore

No more frustration, no star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation, just one reluctant reply

"Lady, goodbye!"

The Fountain of Youth is dull as paint
Methuselah is my patron saint
I've never been so comfortable before
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore