Old things have had time to absorb
like barrels, and the wine they’ve stored.
It is a two way thing;
oak flavours wine, and wine flavours oak
Perhaps, the same can be said of folk?

Old things can never be wrong,
if what has lasted, has lasted long.
It is self-evident.
What old village, or old master is ugly too?
I don’t know of one, do you?
Paintings that are old,
yet leave you cold, are few.

Then there’s music......I mean to say
Things have always been this way
What pop song can beat
a symphony by Brahms
or compete
with ol’ Blue Eyes’ charms?

And, isn’t love the same?
New love, mmm sure it’s exciting?.....
like popping corks or pulling crackers
or going dirty-weekending to Brighton!
If it lasts, it can never be long enough,
but a vintage, that matures
it grows more precious each year that passes
and that my friend, is what really matters....

Well, isn’t it?
I mean, things are meant to be that way,
aren’t they?
What is that you say?
Maybe?... mmmm.
You’re not so sure?

Hold on a mo’, what am I saying?
You’re so right! Am I going bonkers?
Old masters? What a load of plonkers!
Give me the sound of popping corks any day!
The taste of nouveau Beaujolais!
Give me the smell of new baked bread
Sinatra? Naaaa, he’s dead!
Give me the number one in instead!
Give me what’s hot!

(For a minute there, I forgot
and almost lost the bloody plot!)