My nookie days are over,
my pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal
is now my water spout.
Time was, when of its' own accord
from my trousers it would spring.
But now I have a full time job
just to find the blasted thing.
It used to be embarrassing
the way it would behave,
for every single morning
it would stand and watch me shave.
But as old age approaches,
it sure gives me the blues
to see it hang its' withered head
and watch me tie my shoes.
my pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal
is now my water spout.
Time was, when of its' own accord
from my trousers it would spring.
But now I have a full time job
just to find the blasted thing.
It used to be embarrassing
the way it would behave,
for every single morning
it would stand and watch me shave.
But as old age approaches,
it sure gives me the blues
to see it hang its' withered head
and watch me tie my shoes.
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