Bucket List
 
I can’t do Monday I’m afraid, I’ve got to be somewhere
Uncle Fred has popped his clogs - I’ve promised I’ll be there
Another blooming funeral, they’re every other week
I bet right now someone I know is croaking as I speak
 
The oldies in my life these days are dying thick and fast
I’ve got a nasty feeling poor old Fred won’t be the last
It’s made me realise though, I can’t waste any time
I need to write my bucket list - I’ll soon be next in line
 
The trouble is I’m struggling to think of things to do
I’m not what you’d call plucky, don’t long for pastures new
I wouldn’t do a bungie jump or dive out of a plane
I’ve already done zip wiring - I won’t do that again!
 
I don’t want to hike through jungles, that doesn’t interest me
I don’t fancy safari - I can watch that on TV
I couldn’t sail the oceans single-handed in a race
I’d hate to fly with Virgin and be shot out into space
 
The only thing I’d like to do is see the Northern Lights
But I’d demand my money back if I got cloudy nights
I wouldn’t want to take a chance to travel all that way
If they can’t give a guarantee I'd get a good display
 
Just writing out a bucket list requires vitality
I’m struggling to raise enthusiasm - I’m feeling apathy
So I’ll leave all that to others, adventures aren’t for me
I’m not going anywhere - home is where I’ll be!