Let me die a young man's death

Let me die a young man's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawnby a bright red sports car
on my way homefrom an allnight party

Or when I'm 91with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chairmay rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommy
gunsburst in and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her soncut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a young man's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death