You’re forty Mr. Olsen
There’s nowhere to go from here
But anywhere you’d like to
Mr. Olsen, you’re forty
There’s no one better suited
To play you, than you
How old do you want to be?
Mr. Olsen, how old
Do you feel?
There’s everywhere to be
But nowhere death beckons
And that’s the problem Mr. Olsen
You’re forty and must die
To be reborn