Old man going   Old man going      Hopscotch of life will lead you to the grave   Wet faces lyin' in the street, they will not be saved   Black house you've built it will soon disappear   Another corporation dig this year      Old man going   Old man going   Old man going   Old man going      Traffic thins as you drive slowly by   A friend wipes a flower from an eye   Streets filled with bouquets from a cloudy sky   They'll soon forget the field in which you lie      Old man going   Old man going   Old man going   Old man   (Going, going, going, going   Going, going, going, going, going)