Odd to a mas old age
My days of youth are over
My light is going out
What used to be my sex appeal, is just a water spout
Time was when, of its own accord would from my trousers spring
Now it is a full time job to find the bloody thing
It used to be emberrassing the way it would behave
When earl every morning it stood and watched me shave,
now I'm getting older it far gives me the blues
now it hangs its little head to watch me clean my shoes
