Famous Inside

C#  : x46664 C#7 : x46464 I can almost hear some of his say__ "You'd think he'd have more sense at his age__ The crazy old man_ in the old_ tam-o-shan_-ter's Getting carried away"__         Sometimes it's almost too much to stand__ But it's not my place to take you in hand__ It used to be a man and his mad_-ness Were as sacred as the coming of day__          It's strange how things will stick in the mind__ You'd think the years would leave them behind__ But long ago mo_-ments as a winner Kind of push the recent memories aside__         Symptomatic_ you say_ of old age__ But it's something that nobody can gauge__ It may be that I've sorted out the memories I can keep And thrown the others away__          There's some who would say_ "Just let him sit and decay"_ But_ I really can't believe that it's true__ There's bits of yourself_ you always have to live up to__ If only for a moment or two____  _ There's little time to spend sitting down__ When feeling good means_ moving around__ And I can't be blamed_ if I remember my name_ And why it made me so proud___       There's some who would say_ "Just let him sit and decay"_ But_ I really can't believe that it's true__ There's bits of yourself_ you always have to live up to__ If only for a moment or two____  _                                   At my age I do as I choose__   And shouldn't need to make an excuse__ I know you all feel a little famous inside__ And I'm no_ different than you__             I know you all feel a little famous inside__ And I'm no_ different than you__