O do not forsake me, my indolent friends O some have forgot-ten the flower of speech O do not for-sake me though you know I must spend And walks through the garden where I go to de---fend All my darkest hours talking like this Mis-be-gotten notions while talking like this For I am one thousand years old. For I am one thousand years old. One thousand years old; Sure you think that's old. One thousand years old: Sure I'd say that's old. One thousand years old, but what do you know? One thousand years old, but what do I know? In my darkest hour, I'm talking like this In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, (first verse only) For I am one thousand years old. We'll be one thousand years old.