O, Do Not Forsake Me

O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends

O, do not forsake me though you know I must spend

All my darkest hours talking like this

For I am one thousand years old

One thousand years oldSure, you think that's old

One thousand years old

But what do you know?

In my darkest hour I'm talking like this

For I am one thousand years oldOh, some have forgotten a flower of speech

And walks through the garden where I go to defend

Misbegotten notions while talking like this

For I am one thousand years oldOne thousand years old

Sure, I'd say that's old

One thousand years old

But what do I know?

In your darkest hour, my indolent friends

We'll be one thousand years old