(Rod Stewart/Ron Wood)

Darling I hate to tell you but I think I'm catching a cold

Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here
I feel I'm getting old
I like your laugh and a hot romance

and your orn'ry sense of humor
but if it rains again like it did today
I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner


Got to get me some South America sun


Honey don't even ask me if you can come along
Down at the border you need to be older
and you sure don't look like my daughter

Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
and I'll end up in a Mexican jail
Darling please don't cry you know I wouldn't tell you no lie


Look over there
Oh my God don't look now

but it appears to be raining again
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers
Honey hurry I'm catching pneumonia

I gotta move while I'm in the mood
or I'll disappear into that wall
Darling please don't curse

it really couldn't be any worse
Say I'm a sun fanatic but it's dark in your attic
and your cat sleeps over my head


I know I'm not a football star
but I wanna little better than that

So I'm much obliged for the pure white ride
and a cup of tea every morning
I'll say goodbye, look your man in the eye

you know I wouldn't tell you no lie

So after all, I'll see you in the fall

on a brand new day, brand new way
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey
Goodbye honey, it ain't funny

Goodbye honey, I know it ain't funny