There's a man whose mind has started slowing
The things he can't remember are now growing
He's starting to get old, with every story told
Odds are he will tell again tomorrow

Senior moment man, senior moment man
He's made another blunder, forgot another name

Sometimes it's his car keys that he can't find
A blank expression, guess it slipped his mind
Ah, don't matter what you say
He will ask again next day
Now's the time to go to him and borrow

Senior moment man, senior moment man
He's made another blunder, forgot another name

Talkin' 'bout the good old days on Sunday
Someone has to tell him that it's Monday
Oh no, the words away they slip
His old tongue has lost its tip
Gonna lose a few more thoughts tomorrow

Senior moment, man senior moment man
He's made another blunder, forgot another name