Don't be an old antidisesablishmentarianismist

You never want to be cuddled
You never want to be kissed

You're just an old antidisesablishmentarianismist

And if I come close while we're dancing
I get a slap on the wrist

You have no use for moonlight
You turn your back on a star
You're heart is fenced and you're against
The state of things as they are

When you're a hundred years older
Maybe you'll want what you've missed

Don't be an old antidisesablishmentarianismist.