Lletres: Elton John. Reg Dwight's Piano Goes Pop. Natural Sinner.

Sometimes I feel too old to work, too young to die
I'll drink my whiskey, I'll keep smoking till I die
I wear a suit of sadness made by experience
I believe that in the end, time will head what's nagging me

I'm a natural sinner, born a sinner's son
Evil's been my motto, distrust everyone
I'm a natural sinner, born a sinner's son
Evil's been my motto, distrust everyone

Remember, now they're not hard to find
Now, they ain't got no good side