and so another year has passed
it's enough to make you weep
although they say age is measured
not by years
but by the company you keep
at least that's what I tell myself
to keep me feeling young
but if it works then what's the harm
it surely can't be wrong
it's not like I'm deceiving
or saying I'm 21
I know I'm not that age no more
because my libido has all gone
I just don't have the energy
to satisfy no more
as soon as she begins to moan
I begin to snore
and I can't drink like I used to
that much I know is true
because every time I try to drink
I'm sick after a few
there's grey now in my beard
and maybe down below
just two shriveling walnuts
is all I've got to show
for my time on Earth this astral plane
that's spinning round and round
I've lost all my direction
for the grave is where I'm bound
my hair might be receding
that is the hair upon my head
but I've got enough hair on my body
to make a wig from it instead
so here I am at the age of 40
and I suppose I feel quite chipper
but next year just so you all know
I'd rather have a stripper